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Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday, June 4

Okay, so Dinah had figured there was definitely something going on, what with the Common Room of UST. Then the Spandex Class of Awesome. She'd decided to just surf the happy feelings until the crash came, whenever that was, with only occasional moments of spritzing her face with the flower spritzer to make her focus.

Maybe people would want to buy flowers for other people today from a very hyper girl singing along with Frou Frou.

Covent Garden Flowers

Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

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If what you really want is a floral bribe for someone.

Who's holding out for a hero. At your own risk.

Priestly was taking advantage of his break from the diner to hunt down Dinah.

He totally just wanted to ask some questions about the play. Not that those intentions, honorable though they were, held up for more than a second after walking into the flower shop.

He stopped in the doorway and just sort of watched her be hyper for awhile. She was . . . seriously cute, wasn't she.

"...where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods..." Dinah spun around and on one spin caught sight of Priestly at the door. Looking adorable. "Priestly!"

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Priestly grinned back. "Don't stop on my account." The spinning did awesome things to her hair. "You looked like you were having fun."

"I am!" Dinah grinned and held up the spritzer, spraying water in her mouth, because suddenly it had gone dry. Hunh. When did Priestly's voice get that ... anyway. "I just have a ton of energy today." Buzzed. Wired. "And yesterday! It's just kind of-- did you notice?"

Which, of course, just drew Priestly's attention straight to her mouth. Where it lingered for far too long.

Did he notice? Notice what? "Mmm, yeah."

He had no idea what he was agreeing to. But he totally didn't mind if she wanted to keep talking.

Dinah bounced over, then stood in place, swaying to the music now just in her head. Rugged. Francine would agree that Priestly was rugged, she was sure of it. "How's today at the diner? Ooo, did you listen to Radio last night? There's, everyone's feeling it. Energy!"

Made her want to dance! Or, you know. Other stuff! Hunh. That leaning thing was really working for Priestly today.

~~Priestly leans well.~~

Energy?

Oh, yeah, right. He remembered something about that.

"Can I touch your hair?"

Way to stay on topic, dude.

"Sure!" Wait, maybe she should think about that? Naaah, it was Priestly. "It's been a while since I colored it, and I was thinking maybe some purple streaks again..."

Whoa. Okay, Priestly also smelled good, this close, a little bit of the Diner-smell and a little bit of product and underneath yup, that had to be Priestly. It was kind of, what was the word? Lickable.

Dinah was maybe blinking a lot as her brain tried to process that.

"Purple would be very cool." Apparently, hair color was something Priestly could talk about even when the rest of his brain was dying slowly due to blood flow being redirected to other areas. He reached out to brush a couple strands back from her forehead.

Her hair was really soft. And shiny. He brushed at it a little more.

"I could totally help you with that."

"You..." Are touching my hair, which is one of the top five triggers for Dinah Lances across the multiverse. "Did really well with it. That one time. Came out just beautiful." Well. More cute and perky than beautiful but it had felt *nice* and... "You have great hands," Dinah blurted, because again, if you give in to the impulse, it goes away, right?

Regardless of how that worked out with Turtle last night.

"Helps sometimes to have someone else do it." Why was Priestly talking so low? He was sharing hair dye secrets. That must be it.

And, uh, yeah, still brushing her hair with his fingers.

"Especially streaks. It's easier for them to see what they're doing."

"Yeah. Hard to do these things, yourself." Which sounded.... some kind of wrong. "I mean, you can! It's just. More difficult," Dinah said, as earnestly as she could. Because they were talking about hair-coloring, not Priestly rubbing her scalp or trailing those nice fingers down her neck or talking in her ear in that low voice and um, wait, what?

"Takes longer," Priestly noted.

Yeah, he wasn't entirely sure what they were talking about any more, either.

"You're really pretty, you know that, right?"

Sincerity just melted her, and Dinah's incipient questioning of the situation went completely away in beaming at him with way too many warm squishy feelings to categorize. "Awwwwwwwww. You, you." She puffed out a breath, then burst out with, "Are just so cute it's amazing."

Most days, Priestly might bristle a bit at being called "cute".

Today was not one of those days. Especially since he was already leaning in to kiss her, and would not be distracted from that purpose. . . .

Dinah would've explained that she felt embarrassed to use words like 'hot' and 'sexy' and 'nom nom nom' because she didn't think she could pull them off--

Except thinking and explaining were somewhere off in the middle of the bay, and Priestly had nice warm guy lips, not girl-lips, sorry Turtle, and he wasn't kissing in a pushy way or a friend-way just kind of perfect and...

Her brain spluttered and died right before she put up a hand to his jaw, thinking Mmm, beard and kissed back.

Fingers on his facial hair felt really good, and he opened his mouth a little into the kiss, the hand not still in her hair coming around, aiming for her lower back.

Well, until he managed to knock over a display of flowers, anyway. The sudden sloshing of cold flower water over his jeans was quite a nice wake-up call, thank you very much.

He pulled back sharply, eyes wide. "Holy crap. Sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to --"

Oh crap.

Dinah hadn't gotten splashed aas much, so the sudden lack-of-lips was jarring, but the look on Priestly's face was the real buzz-kill. "Whoa! I mean sorry! Sorry, you were just-- and you kissed really really--" Huge eyes. "Girlfriend! You have one!"

"She's gonna kill me!"

Okay, so maybe not, Claudia was pretty open-minded about these sorts of things. But still.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to -- just, your hair and you -- you really are pretty, I just --" He was babbling. "I was gonna ask you about the play!"

"It's okay, I'm okay, I just, yeah, you smell yummy and your mouth-- whoa, okay, personal remarks, hormone territory," Dinah gulped, and took a few steps back, trying to act nonchalant. 'Cause maybe Claudia would understand and maybe she wouldn't, but a re-play was a bad idea.

"Um. Play. The play?" She tried desperately to think about it, then grabbed the spritzer and sprayed her face. For good measure, she spritzed Priestly. "Right!"

Priestly was unprepared for the spritzing and startled slightly. "Right!" he agreed. "Play!" Not her hair, not how cute she looked bouncing around to the music, not how nice her lips looked -- he was doing it again. "Um, so Geoffrey wants me to figure out 'who Berto is'."

If she pretended she was okay enough, she'd be okay, right? Never mind that now Priestly's shirt was wet around the neck, right at the collar-bone, hoo boy, look at his eyebrow. Hunh. The piercing was so cute... Berto Berto Berto... "The guy who gets killed in Act 3? Um." Brilliant there, Dinah.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he might stab me or something if I tried calling the dude that." God, he couldn't believe he'd kissed Dinah. And after hooking up with Claudia in the back room once already today. . . .

Okay, thinking about that wasn't helping.

"Yeah, that's never pretty." Although Geoffrey was. For an older guy. Who drank way too much and okay, back on track, and wow, so weird to be talking about this now. Another spritz to her face, and Dinah wiped the water off her eyes. "Um. He's, he's a contrast to MacFinlay, and he's, um." She frowned, able to think when not looking at Priestly, and that was embarrassing. "He's part of the spirit stuff? Since he's a ghost? The way MacFinlay isn't." Whew. Hey, that was actually sorta-smart. Dinah beamed at Priestly again.

Okay, mistake, do not walk over there and try to wipe the water off his neck with your fingers. It was Priestly. C'mon. Cute, yes, but buddy! Friend! Buddy-friend!

Okay, her making herself wet all the time? Really not helping much.

"Okay, yeah, but I tried that already and he was all 'are you Dinah's friend? Is that who you are as a person?!'" Priestly actually did a halfway decent Geoffrey impression. Complete with gritted teeth and slight flailing.

Dinah started laughing at the impression, and that cleared her head a little more. "Right. Um. Honorable! There you go. And a dad, although I guess that's like the relationshippy thing he was saying..." She paused, then said, "We were all gonna watch the movie this weekend? Maybe that will help?" Because wow, she felt so unhelpful at the moment. "I promise I'll help, I'll swear, but Priestly, I just, um. Brain not working today. Not at all."

Don't giggle. And don't hug him! No hugging! Mmm, muscles. Maybe not as defined as some guys', but there...

If asked, Priestly would argue that defined muscles just made guys look all bumpy. "I know, I'm sorry. I've been all distracted all day but I thought it was just me and then when you were all dancing around and --" Change the subject, dumbass. "-- do you want me to go? 'Cause I totally will."

She really really wanted this not to be weird, and it almost wasn't, because it was Priestly, but the zing under her skin was starting to ramp up again. And Priestly was nice and cool and fine, hot, and she trusted him and okay, detour that thought off a cliff, Lance!

"I think you better," Dinah said, rubbing her face. "And it's so totally not just you. It's everybody, me too, and I kinda want to hug you but I think that's a sneaky way for my hormones to cop a feel and I can't believe I just said that so yeah, tell the Diner guys I said hi." She paused. "Or, you know, not."

Priestly nodded. "This totally sucks. Just, y'know, wanted to point that out." He turned to go, then paused. He cleared his throat and kinda . . . rolled his hips a little to shift his jeans around, trying to be subtle.

Sometimes, being a guy kinda sucked.

"I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Oh yeah," Dinah said, nodding, and yanking her eyes back to looking at his chest rather than his jeans or checking out his butt, blush working its way up her face. Whoa-kay. "Definitely. On both counts. Have a, um." Gah, brain, think! "Less weird day."

"You, too. Just, uh . . . the water might help you, but it's real distracting from this end." Priestly flashed her a slightly weak smile, tried not to stare at her chest, and then hurried out the door.

There was not a cold enough shower in the world.

Dinah stared at the spritzer in lieu of watching the view as Priestly left (mmmm) and then covered her eyes in disbelief at herself. "Oh, maaaan...."

Right. Time to inventory in the cold room! And possibly just stay back there for as long as possible. Maybe stick her head in the freezer if that didn't work. And not check to see if her fingers were still tingling from touching him. Sheesh.

Here, but with bouts of SP, back more around noon. *bounces to songs from Alice's Groovy Tunes Remix*

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