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Luke's, Wednesday

Of all the days for Priestly's mother to call to "just check in", it had to be today.

". . . Nope," he said, phone crammed between his shoulder and his chin as he stirred a pot of marinara. ". . . Because Dad doesn't actually want me there. . . . Because he's a terrible person and you should have divorced him ten years ago. . . . No one doesn't know about Mandy, Mom, it's the worst kept secret in all of the pompously rich part of Santa Cruz. . . . Because they have better things to do than worry about whether the rich guy on the other side of town is having an affair. . . . They are better than you -- no, Mom, don't start -- yes, Mom, I think you'd be great on Real Housewives, but if they haven't actually decided to do one in -- I don't hate you, Mom, I hate snobby rich people who don't understand their own -- Mom, stop -- Oh hey, I'm lying about going through a tunnel so I can hang up now! Bye Mom, I love you!"

Priestly hung up, resisted the urge to pound his head on the hot range in front of him, then looked at his phone to dial a different number.

"Hey, Zo. I'm calling because I just made my mom cry and you're a comforting presence in my life. . . . Yeah, it's one of those days."

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At least you can be sure the waiter will tell you if he saw the cook spit in your food.

Let him tell you that he thinks people who don't like vegetables are misguided weirdos.

Someone in New Gotham (probably Gabby) told Dinah to call Priestly if she was going to angst about her Role In Things.

*riiiiiing*

Priestly was usually a good choice for angsting at.

Though he wasn't usually drunk on midori after a long day of not having a brain to mouth filter or the ability to lie.

"Diiiiiiiiiiiiinah!" he said when he answered. "I was just talking 'bout you."

"Oh yeah? Who to? Only good things, I hope," Dinah teased, feeling better already.

"Morally neutral things, really," Priestly said. "I was sayin' 'cause you're a meta and we don't talk about that much 'cause I don't have any metas in my world and he -- the bartender, I think his name is Derek? He has issues but I said I wouldn't talk about them 'cause they're not my issues so they're not mine to talk about but holy shit the issues on that guy -- he didn't know what metas were so I explained it meant you have special powers and how I think that sometimes makes everything harder on you."

It occurred to Priestly then that drunk and truthy probably wasn't the best way to answer a late night phone call. Even one from his best friend in the entire multiverse.

Dinah ended up blinking at this, derailed from most of what she'd been thinking earlier. The takeaway was: one, some bartender had issues; two, Priestly thought the meta stuff made things hard for her, and three: soooo drunk.

"How much did you have to drink?... and yeah, it does, sometimes. I mean. It's stupid to whine about it being hard on me, when most of the worst stuff is fixed, or over."

Edited 2013-03-28 03:59 (UTC)

"Uh," said Priestly. "At least two? But I'm kinda lightweight when it comes to booze 'cause I don't drink all that much. I only like the stuff that doesn't taste real boozy and people look at me funny in a way I don't like when I get a really big fruity drink in public. I put on a show of how I don't care about that stuff, but man you do not start dressing like me because you don't want people staring at you."

"I know you're a lightweight, 'cause of all the times we drink together-- seriously? That bugs you? 'Cause I would've thought with the kilts and sometimes the dresses that you would be all cool with it," Dinah said. "Also, people should stare at you, you look awesome."

"I know it doesn't make any sense," Priestly said with a shrug, moving to sit down on one of the counter stools -- and missing, with a rather loud thunk. "Holy crap! I'd say I think the stool just moved but I don't really think that, I just want to make you laugh because I can't pretend to be totally Mr. Confident right now. But I did find out I'm only kinda insecure, which is an improvement! I think it means I'm a real adult now."

Said while sitting on the floor between two stools, wiggling his like he was dancing.

Totally a real adult.

"Oh please, like I don't fall off things still. But yay, not totally insecure! ... although again, I couldn't tell."

Yes, she could. Sometimes. But hey, she wasn't the one who was drunk enough to admit that.

"But! You're a cafe manager, and a cook, and you have your own style-- what are you insecure about?"

"Oh, you know, all of that and the rest of life, too," Priestly said. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Of course you're pretty." Oh God this was going to be such great teasing material. "You're very very pretty. And also? Handsome."

"Yeah, but would you, like, wanna have sex with me?" WHAT. NO. STOP. HE WASN'T HAVING THIS CONVERSATION. "I mean for real, not 'cause it's one of those weekends." STOP. BACK THIS UP. "I mean if you just saw me and we weren't already best friends and all."

He was so going to regret this phone call in the morning.

"What?" Dinah squeaked. "I mean, we already..."

What? Oh right, drunk. DRUNK. ... Right?

"I.. um. Sure. But you know I don't have random sex! I mean, I have to get to know someone well enough to be friends! And.. wait, why are you asking this? You have random sex with vampires!"

One time. Look, give her a sec to stop flailing her way off her couch, okay?

Yep, totally regretting it already.

"Yeah, but those are random vampires." Classy, Priestly. "And I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable. I don't wanna do that. Ever. It's just. Today, you know?" Well, no, she wasn't on the island, was she. "Island doesn't like us, makes us do things."

Yeah, that wasn't ominous at all.

"Okaaaay," yes, that went straight to the topic of how's it messing with you today. Did she wanna know? Had to know. "And, and, I know you don't mean to." Dinah calmed down a little, smiling. "You never do. Not for more than a second. I'm just... I mean, you and me, we're... us."

So. Eloquent.

"...what is the island doing to you, again?"

"Made me make my mom cry," Priestly said. "'Swhy I'm drunk. Mom's not the best mom in the world and I hate what she represents, and I tried to tell her I didn't hate her specifically but it came out wrong and she kept trying to change the subject and then I had to hang up on her."

It was not a banner day for the Priestly family, no.

Dinah was completely diverted again. "Aww, Priestly. Nobody wants to make their mom cry! You give her a call back tomorrow, when you're more sober... ish. And, you know. Tell her the cool stuff she's done. She's been cool some of the time, right?"

As evidence by the fact that he'd *talk* about his mom, but never ever his dad. "...I mean, she's not your dad."

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*dies so, so, so much right now*

EATING ALL THE POPCORN FOR THIS CONVERSATION.

YES. ADMIT YOU TWO WOULD TOTALLY DO EACH OTHER. YESSSSSS.

HE'S DRUNK. SO DOESN'T COUNT. REALLY.

I'M SORRY, I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE SEARING TRUTHFULNESS OF THIS CONVERSATION.

SEARING WHAT? NO! THEY ARE GOOFY, HOW CAN THERE BE SEARING? TCHAH.

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