"Oh Priestly."

Jen's voice seemed to come out of nowhere, startling Priestly hard enough that he nearly dropped his frying pan. He spun in place, flicking out one of his earbuds (Greek punk rock, because the internet was awesome), still holding the pan filled with frying potato, onion and pepper, and flashed Jen what he hoped was a reassuring ( Read more... )

The commitment ceremony had gone off without a hitch. Priestly and the rest of the Beach City Grill crew had now seen rather a whole lot more of Trucker and Zo than they'd ever thought they would, but the horses didn't seem to mind much, and they were now both dressed again in very nice, matching linen outfits, and Priestly was reminding himself ( Read more... )

Priestly lay flopped across his bed as the sun made its way slowly across the room. Not sleeping, no, he still hadn't done any of that since waking up in Fandom, but just lying there, chin buried in his pillow, staring at the wall.

The talk with Tish . . . had not gone well. He'd known it wouldn't, but he couldn't help but hope. . . .

( There was a knock at the door. )

"You know I don't mind cooking for us, right?" Priestly asked, balking a little as Tish led him towards the restaurant door by the hand. "I even really like it ( Read more... )

Priestly checked his reflection in his jeep's review mirror one more time. Clean pants, no holes: check. Button down shirt (with the sleeves torn out): check. Plain, inoffensive t-shirt (black, nice contrast to the red button down): check. Facial hair: trimmed. Eyeliner: straight and unsmudged. Hair: swept back into a high, short pony tail ( Read more... )

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

"Everybody relax!" Priestly burst into the Beach City Grill with his usual fanfare, which involved a lot of shouting and five seconds of random dancing. "I'm here!"

Tish smirked at him. "And you are . . . ?"

"Tish, you wound me. Right here." Priestly pressed his hand to his chest. ( It was his first time back in the grill since he'd left for points abroad that summer. )

"Let the people rejoice!" Priestly slammed into the sub shop with his usual fanfare. "I have arrived!"

Tish threw an apron at his head.

"So, are you just, like, late every day?"

Priestly considered this. "Not every day ( Read more... )

So. Spending Sunday as a girl had been pretty easy -- Jen was scheduled at the grill, but Priestly wasn't. He'd managed to slip out without Jen noticing his temporary new bits and had a grand old time playing tourist in his own hometown. But then he was still a girl when Monday came. And that was . . . a little bit more difficult ( Read more... )

Priestly had been in a mood all day. Zo hadn't had any ideas, so he was stuck sitting on the couch, staring at his phone, willing someone from Fandom to call and tell him everything was okay ( Read more... )