Trucker's pad, Saturday night

[lovemykilt]

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

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[blondecanary]

*riiiiing*!

Someone's got a job! ... and other news.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly flipped out his phone, expecting a call from Tish or Piper. Dinah wasn't even remotely a disappointment, but man, why hadn't Tish or Piper called to tell them how it went, yet?

"Who's that, then?" Trucker asked.

"Dinah. You mind?"

"Not at all! I'll put some sheets on the couch. You're crashing here, tonight."

"It's only one beer!"

"Don't argue with me, Priestly, I know your mother's number."

Priestly pouted at him as he answered the phone. "Fine, we'll make it a sleepover, then! Hiya, Dinah."

[blondecanary]

"Hey, dude. Where are you sleeping over?" Dinah asked, curious.

She was standing on the roof of the dorm, watching a midnight death frisbee tournament, and debating going down to join in. Watching the green glow-in-the-dark frisbee whiz by, it looked fun. But she was supposed to work tomorrow.

[lovemykilt]

Eh, working while fully rested was totally over-rated.

"Trucker's. We're lady-less for the weekend, so we're banding together. Of course we wouldn't be if he'd ask Zo over!"

A pillowcase hit Priestly in the head.