Cafe Lukes, Post-Homecoming Dance

[glacial_queen]

Karla and Warren had left the dance early, but still managed to be the first ones at the restaurant--no thanks to Warren, to be certain. She let them in with her key, showed him her office where she worked keeping Priestly's books (including a stack of receipts she was sure he'd be proud of) and then let them into the dining area proper, flicking on lights as they went.

"Priestly's promised to cook for us," she informed Warren, pushing a few of the tables together. "Has he cooked for you yet? He's amazing! They should be here any moment! And then he can show you his freezer!"

It was more impressive than it sounded, Warren. Really.

[Posted for a merry group of people, but open!]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"So yeah, now I want to dig out my Prom Princess crown," Dinah was saying to Priestly as she walked in. "We need to have a royalty Halloween party, you know?" She cocked her head at Warren and Karla. "Rearranging everything already?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was all set to crack a joke about royalties on Halloween, then went wide eyed instead. "What? No! No rearranging! This whole place is my mise!"

Calm down, honey. It'll all be okay.

[glacial_queen]

"What's a mise?" Karla asked.

Seriously, Priestly, it was just a few tables. They'd put them all back.

"I just thought it would be comfier than trying to fit us all in a booth." With her kind of claustrophobic boyfriend and all.

[glacial_queen]

"I could go and get my Homecoming Princess crown," Karla agreed, looking excited. "I have one for both freshman and sophomore year, so I have a spare if anyone needs."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Which one would look better on Priestly? And maybe go with the blue dress?"

[lovemykilt]

"Mise en place!" And yes, his accent on that was totally terrible. "It's the only thing I really learned in culinary school. The chef's environment is sacred!"

In the kitchen, drama queen. You don't cook in the dining room.

[glacial_queen]

"...You cook in the dining room?"

[glacial_queen]

Karla had to pause and look at Priestly, judging his cheek bones and facial features. "Hmmm..." she said, thoughtful. "I think the sharper angles on the freshman crown would highlight the bones of his face better than the swirls of the sophomore."

...She was completely lying about all of this.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly fidgeted. "Maybe. . . . If we do fondue. . . . Okay, no, but -- but --"

He pouted.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah patted his arm, remembering Future Priestly and his talking about the mise. "It's a thing. A chef thing. With control and all. But, you know, I think you can conquer that unexpectedness, Priestly. You are a spontaneous guy and all."

[wwiii]

His... freezer?

Warren was putting forth his best effort at being enthusiastic about that, but there were just some things in life that he probably couldn't properly appreciate unless he saw them firsthand. That freezer was likely to be one of them.

He still looked a little baffled about that suggestion, even as people started to make their way in.

His freezer. Huh.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"And then we add the blue eyeliner," Dinah decided, beaming. "Good plan, very good plan. This needs to happen."

[lovemykilt]

"Do you mind?" Priestly asked, lip curling as he tried to control a smile. "I'm trying to pout, here."

[lovemykilt]

"Warren!" Priestly greeted. "Man, you have got to see my sick-ass new freezer!"

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy had been taking a long, meandering walk around the island on the way back to the hotel when she spotted familiar faces in the diner.

"Sure," she teased, leaning in the doorway, "sneak out of the dance before I can come say hi."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Theeere you are," Dinah greeted him, beaming. "How's college life, college guy? How's being in Sunnydale?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no. You keep doing that. You're good at it." Dinah nodded very seriously. Then draped herself over his back and hugging him from behind. "Go on. Continue with the rant."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly opened his mouth and even went so far as to raise one finger, then sighed. "Nope, I think you killed it. You're a rant killer, Lance. I hope you're proud."

[wwiii]

"Karla mentioned it," Warren said, offering Priestly a smile that said volumes about just how little he really knew about this particular freezer. "She seemed really enthusiastic about it, actually."

[lovemykilt]

"Oh crap, you guys, she spotted us!" Priestly was on a roll, tonight. "Quick, pretend you've been turned into a plant!"

[lovemykilt]

"Oh dude, that's even better." Yes, he meant the fact that Warren didn't know anything about it. He waved Warren towards the galvanized steel door that looked like it wanted to be a bank vault door when it grew up. "Wait, what's your parka size?"

[wwiii]

"I miss just being able to take off and fly whenever I want," Warren said, pretty much immediately. And then he looked properly sheepish, gave Dinah a smile, and held his arms open for a hug. "And actual classes in actual college are insane. But I guess you can probably sympathize, huh? How's New Gotham treating you?"

[wwiii]

"My parka size?" Warren blinked, and then shrugged a little, because he'd never worn a parka in his life. "... Pretty big? I doubt you have anything on hand with room for wings."

They didn't generally make parkas with extra limbs in mind, really.

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah," Priestly rubbed his labret piercing thoughtfully. "That's a toughie. We may have to skip the full tour."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhh, yeah," Dinah said, and walked into the hug, snickering and patting his shoulders. "Although at least I don't have to study the financial stuff you do? Aside from white-collar crime. And New Gotham is treating me fine, it's been quiet the last month or two. Criminals lying low lately."