A secluded section of the beach, Santa Cruz, Saturday evening
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 just why he was a punk instead of a hippie.
"If I ever get married," he said to Jen as they all gathered around a bonfire not far from the waves, "I'm so not going with matching outfits."
"If you ever get married," Jen said, leaning towards him from where she was snugged up again the guy Priestly was never NOT going to think of as Fuzzy, "you're going to be the one wearing the white dress."
Priestly tilted his head. "That's probably true." He looked across the fire to where Tish was showing Julia how to play cat's-cradle and tried not to sigh.
When in doubt, draw attention to yourself. He stood up, lifting his beer bottle high. "I'd like to propose a toast!"
The group groaned cheerfully. This was fifteenth or sixteenth toast of the night.
"To good friends," Priestly continued, gesturing around at the group with his beer. "To finding the perfect partner," this to Trucker and Zo specifically, who grinned back at him like fools. "And . . . to setting things on fire!" And he flung his beer bottle into the flames and threw his hands in the air. "WOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
There was a faint possibility he was overdoing it, yes.
[ooc: for the best friend/commitment ceremony +1]
"If I ever get married," he said to Jen as they all gathered around a bonfire not far from the waves, "I'm so not going with matching outfits."
"If you ever get married," Jen said, leaning towards him from where she was snugged up again the guy Priestly was never NOT going to think of as Fuzzy, "you're going to be the one wearing the white dress."
Priestly tilted his head. "That's probably true." He looked across the fire to where Tish was showing Julia how to play cat's-cradle and tried not to sigh.
When in doubt, draw attention to yourself. He stood up, lifting his beer bottle high. "I'd like to propose a toast!"
The group groaned cheerfully. This was fifteenth or sixteenth toast of the night.
"To good friends," Priestly continued, gesturing around at the group with his beer. "To finding the perfect partner," this to Trucker and Zo specifically, who grinned back at him like fools. "And . . . to setting things on fire!" And he flung his beer bottle into the flames and threw his hands in the air. "WOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
There was a faint possibility he was overdoing it, yes.
[ooc: for the best friend/commitment ceremony +1]