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Cafe Luke's, Thursday

The restaurant was decked to the nines today, a full rainbow of hearts posted on the walls and hanging from the ceiling, including an entire set in neutrals (Priestly was not here to judge anyone's love preferences). Priestly himself was wearing one of the great t-shirts that Dinah had sent him.

You had your OTPs, Priestly had his.

Today's specials
Build your own heart-shaped* pizza!
* requests for other shapes will be honored within reason**
** and by reason we mean it's even remotely accomplishable with dough as a medium
now hiring! most shifts available!

Luke's was open, and ready for the holiday.

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For those who need your romantic interludes. And those who aren't here for romance, but still want to mod things.

Will he be your valentine?!

Maybe he'd be her Sanity Buddy! He could be that, right? He wasn't disqualified by being her BFF?

Dinah's ring-tone sang out. Some of the Cafe workers sang along with it. As you do.

They didn't have long to sing, since Priestly picked it up pretty damn quick, getting flour all over everything. "Happy V-day!"

"Happy V-Day, Sous!" Music could be heard in the background, and Dinah sounded happy. "I love my prezzies, I can't believe you got Alfred in on it!"

"Well, it wasn't like I'd be able to sneak into your place by myself." It was true. Stealth was not one of Priestly's skills. "Are you at a party? Are you calling me from a swanky college Valentine's Day party?"

"Sorta? I'm calling you from a swanky college Valentine's Day pub crawl!" Dinah told him, snickering, as the music switched to Elvis. "Me and the Jump Club and Momo and Raven. And Eric." Bleah! "So far I have four phone numbers!"

"Only four? Do none of them have eyes? . . . Okay, that went to a creepy place."

"And yet, actually a valid question for New Gotham," Dinah said thoughtfully. "Also, awwwwwww. But there are lots of people here! And Momoko, and Raven, and Gabby-- so what are you doing? And I love the little cups. They are so perfect!"

Hedgehog + tortoise 4-EVER!

"Writing words with toppings on heart shaped pizzas." His leisure activities were not everyone's leisure activities.

"Ha! What've you got so far?" Dinah cocked her head. "Okay, need a tie-breaker: Finnegan's next, or Cowboy Up?"

"Mostly stuff from the conversation hearts I convinced the dishwasher shouldn't be baked onto pizzas. I'd do the greatest hits of fanfic porn, but I'm a little afraid I'd lose some sort of license. Restaurants have to be licensed, right?" Priestly frowned. "Is that second one a drink? Or are you asking if you guys should all ride a mechanical bull?"

"I think sugar and pizza are one of the few great team-ups that shouldn't happen," Dinah had to agree. "And yeah, I'm pretty sure they have to be licensed, isn't that what the Health Department's for?" She started grinning. "Wait, wait. What fanfic are you reading? Telllll... And oh, it's two different bars. Irish vs. yup, Mechanical Bull!"

"I can't tell you," Priestly said. "You'll think less of me. I vote Irish because if you ride a mechanical bull where I don't get to see it, I'll be sad."

"Awww, I'm so sad you can't be here," Dinah teased. "Finnegan's does have excellent pretzels, gotta admit. And you have to tell me what you're reading! Please? Pleeeeease."

Priestly sighed. "How drunk are you?"

"Four drinks worth?" Dinah admitted. "And a couple of those pink test tube shooters, wheeeeeeee."

"Right, when you sober up, no judging. So there's this kink fad going right now called 'a/b/o'."

"A slash B slash O?" Okay, Dinah hadn't thought she was that drunk. "There's a kink about the alphabet?"

"Probably? This stands for alpha/beta/omega. I . . . don't entirely get how it works. It seems to mostly be a way to have lots of boys having sex with each other involve more biological processes than just attraction. Like, uh. Self-lubrication. And heats."

It occurred to Priestly that his kitchen staff was not drunk enough to maybe not remember this tomorrow.

"Um." Dinah was definitely going to remember this. Without teasing, because.. whoa. "You're reading porn about guys? Going into heat?"

"And about girls too!" Priestly protested. "But there is way more of the guy stuff."

"Oh. Okay! Not judging." Dinah nodded on her end of the conversation, and fanned her face before intrigue got the better of her embarrassment. "So... it's orgies? Kinda?"

The guy next to her looked hopeful until she threw a peanut at him.

"Sure. Sometimes. Kinda. Uh." Priestly was bright red yes. "I could . . . send you some links?"

"Sure. I mean, I'm wondering, so yeah." Ahem. No squeaking! And no thinking this was weird. This was Priestly. There was no weird. "...but yeah, no, maybe not stuff to put on pizza."

"Not unless the customer is super into knotting."

He hadn't mentioned the knotting yet, had he? Oops.

"Wait, I thought you said this was porn. What's that got to do with arts-and-crafts?"

Look, Dinah had had sex. A good bit of sex! Great sex! Don't judge her for having been too busy to read about it, okay?

Cafe Luke's was a judgement free zone, even over the phone.

"Right, so there's no way to explain that one without my face burning off."

"Priestly, are you blushing?" Dinah teased. Because hey, that was a lot easier than saying what what what? or letting her imagination run wild. Except she still had to ask: "It doesn't have to do with tying people up, does it? 'Cause it's hard to take that stuff seriously when you practice getting out of ropes and zip-ties all the time."

"No, I can honestly say that this is not a bondage trope."

Tying people up still happened in some of the stories, but that was entirely different.

"And of course I'm blushing, I'm talking about weird porn kinks where my kitchen staff can hear me."

"Tell 'em I said 'hi'," Dinah said, wistfully missing the crew in Santa Cruz. They were way more fun to engage over the phone like this. "Hey, you're a guy who had a vampire one-night stand and lived. You have no reason to blush! Reasons to be careful, sure."

The guy on the bar stool was looking at her now. Speculatively.

"Yep, I knew you'd never let me live that down," Priestly said cheerfully. "If it makes you feel better, Tish and Claudia were way less kinky than all that. Tish thought we were being kinky when she left her shirt on."

"That's not kinky," Dinah objected. "And yes, it does make me feel better... sort of." Um. Yes! Because most of his encounters were safe! And yet. "Except you should get to have more exciting sex, just not, you know, life-threatening all the time, and--" Uh. Weirdness again. Because technically? Priestly counted as her kinkiest encounters. What with the crypt and all.

Dinah was slowly turning red. "I mean, I haven't had all the kinky sex. I've heard good things about it."

Head-bar. "So! Do you want me to send you some links back?" BE NORMAL. And now she was, because she was distracted. "Hunh. I'd need to go looking for those."

"It was to her," Priestly said. And really, that was what counted. Kinky was as kinky did. "And sure! We can have a kinky porn contest."

Dinah cackled, because now this sounded fun. "Ha! Okay. Expect stuff tomorrow, because there's no way I could operate a computer tonight." This reminded her of her and Francine reading The Book and getting pointers, and she grinned. And threw another peanut at the guy next to her, spinning on her bar stool.

"Well, when you remember to google knotting, remember also that you're not judging. And also that I wouldn't be into it, but that's, like, all people are writing for Galaxy Quest right now."

"Hunh. Seriously?" Dinah paused, now extremely curious again, and still trying to figure that out. "Okay. And! No judging my stuff. Or saying I'm crazy. I mean. There's risks in the stuff I like. But I've never actually done any of this stuff."

"You've totally been reading ski diving sex, haven't you."

"Maaaaaybe," Dinah hedged. What? It was all primal! Oceans! Crashing waves! Danger! Blood rushing! "So it's a pact, right? No judging! ... except from your employees, but we don't care about their opinions."

"They're already convinced I'm depraved, anyway. "

"Enh. They're probably their own kind of perverse," Dinah said, philosophical. "There will be pix. Tomorrow. Or, you know, depending how plastered I get, or if Momoko dances on a table, tonight."

"Momoko's going to dance on a table?!"

He never got to do anything fun.

"We can hope! Especially if I tape it and send it to Jaime. Mua-hahaha!"

"You're an evil genius. You know that, right?"

"Shhhhhhh. No telling anyone about that." Dinah grinned happily. "Swear it on your saucepan, Sous."

"Hey, I'm your sidekick, for good or evil. Just warn me which it is, so I can pick out properly evil recipes."

The new posting page is my least favorite Valentine. LEAST. FAVORITE.

This doesn't bode well for friends lists.

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