The Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Friday afternoon
"Okay, and you got the couch vacuumed?" Priestly had his phone pinched between his shoulder and his ear as he worked the grill. Jen, at home on her day off, sighed heavily.
"Yes, Priestly. What's the big deal here? Dinah comes over all the time."
Priestly couldn't exactly tell her that he was freaking out a bit about Dinah coming because last time he'd seen here they'd figured out that they slept together 20 years in the future.
"Spring cleaning," he said instead. Tish, working the register, snorted.
"Right. Why don't you just admit that she's your girlfriend and be done with it?"
"Not my girlfriend!" Priestly called back.
"We'll see," Tish said with a grin. "She's coming here, right? I want to meet this proverbial not-girlfriend."
"Tish," Trucker admonished. "Be nice."
"I'm always nice," Tish insisted. Everyone laughed.
[ooc: expecting one, but open for phone calls if someone has pressing need to contact Priestly.]
"Yes, Priestly. What's the big deal here? Dinah comes over all the time."
Priestly couldn't exactly tell her that he was freaking out a bit about Dinah coming because last time he'd seen here they'd figured out that they slept together 20 years in the future.
"Spring cleaning," he said instead. Tish, working the register, snorted.
"Right. Why don't you just admit that she's your girlfriend and be done with it?"
"Not my girlfriend!" Priestly called back.
"We'll see," Tish said with a grin. "She's coming here, right? I want to meet this proverbial not-girlfriend."
"Tish," Trucker admonished. "Be nice."
"I'm always nice," Tish insisted. Everyone laughed.
[ooc: expecting one, but open for phone calls if someone has pressing need to contact Priestly.]