A boy named Sous

The portal had dropped Priestly off without any detours or layovers, for once, and he couldn't decide if he was pleased or disappointed. While it was definitely a good idea to get the hell out of Fandom -- now that he was pretty sure the people who needed confirmation of him not being dead had all gotten it -- that didn't mean he really quite wanted to deal with being home just yet.

He was seriously tempted to just go find some place to hide. But if Tish and the others found out that he'd come back and hadn't come immediately to find them, they'd be even more pissed than they probably already were. He was going to have to man up and face the music.

He just hadn't expected them all to still be there at this hour, that was all.

( In which there is music facing and also hugging )

[ooc: MWAHAHAHA. Establishy.]

It was a slow day at the sandwich shop, which was probably for the best, since Priestly was too jazzed for Dinah coming to town for Spring Break to really concentrate on cooking anything. Instead, he was perched on the counter, doing one of his absolute favorite things: regaling Piper and Jen with his conspiracy theories.

"I'm just saying," he said. "Cobain wasn't trying to leave this world. He was just trying to leave Courtney."

Jen nodded. "I'll buy it." Priestly grinned at her. They'd for the most part made up after the whole ditching Fuzzy thing. Priestly understood, after all. He just wished he didn't have to.

Tish came in, slipping her sunglasses up on her head and not really looking at any of them, and Priestly's smile vanished.

( Cut for vaguely implied domestic violence )

And like that, by unspoken agreement, they let it pass.

For now, anyway.

[ooc: establishy, scene riffed straight from canon, as I enter into the final stretch of my catch-up!]

"I don't know, man," Priestly was saying. "I just really have the urge to watch a whole bunch of reality TV."

"What, like The Bachelor?" Tish asked.

"Mythbusters," Jen guessed.

"I like Food Network," said Piper. When they all looked at her, she shrugged. "What? I like to cook."

Priestly shook himself. "Man, that will never stop being weird." He grinned. "You know, we should totally do our own reality show. Like The Real World or Big Brother only with subs --"

He was cut off by the bell over the door. Two polo shirted, schwoopy haired preppy looking dudes walked in, paused in the doorway, and lifted their sunglasses.

"Oh look," Priestly muttered. ( "Synchronized douchebags." )

[ooc: second half ripped right out of canon. Open for SP phone calls and the like.]