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 ( 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... )

( In which everyone gets a bit closer to being paired off, 'cause this is a romantic comedy )

Priestly was just about buzzing. He was hanging out in one of his favorite places with three of his favorite ladies, and his best friend would be arriving momentarily to spend a whole week hanging out. He was pretty sure he'd gone from excited to completely obnoxious about three hours ago, but even Tish was just looking kind of amused at him ( Read more... )

The good thing about Trucker was, when Priestly decided at closing time that he didn't really want to go home to his place knowing that Jen and the girls were off meeting Fuzzy and he would just be sitting on his ass, he didn't even have to ask. Trucker hitched a ride in Priestly's crappy jeep and invited him in for a beer ( 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. )

( In which the mun shamelessly uses the establishing leaving home post to make sure her Priestly gets to have a Trucker in his life somewhere. )