The Roof, late-ish Saturday night

[blondecanary]

Dinah had called Priestly when she got in, then zonked out in Jaime's room, and woken up to give him another call, to meet her on the roof as planned. "We should have a toast. A specific one." She grinned. "'Survived another year?'"

[for lovemykilt, but open, as roofs are]

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly slouched next to her with a bottle of the hardest liquor he could find. "Another year. That's a freaking miracle in this town."

[blondecanary]

"It is!" Dinah had only been able to scrounge up two plastic champagne glasses, with the kinds of stems that came apart, but hey. Still fun. "And only two months to go 'til Graduation. Less!" She held out one glass. "Booze me."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly poured a small amount into her glass. "Assuming this stuff doesn't kill us tonight."

[blondecanary]

"Well, yeah, assuming." Dinah grinned, and took a sip, then made a face. "Wait, what is this stuff? Holy cow."