The Perk | Wednesday Evening

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Right, so the truth was, April really didn't need any coffee.

She needed the opposite of coffee. The anti-coffee. Alcohol.

But no, April was fresh out of alcohol, and still waiting for her parents to send her some cash for the month, so she was just going to hang out in the Perk, steal the free wi-fi, and try not to get overly weird about eating this banana she'd brought from her apartment.

Yeah.

Sex pollen sucked.

Comments

[lovemykilt]

Most weeks, walking by a shop and seeing a girl inside eating a banana would not result in pausing and staring. Priestly was not normally that kind of guy.

This week, he was apparently the kind of guy who paused, stared, and then went in to buy an equally unnecessary coffee to give himself and excuse to watch some more.

He sometimes hated this island.

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"'Sup," April greeted him, turning her head the exact minimal possible amount to sort of look in his direction.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly aimed for nonchalant and almost didn't miss.

"Nothin'. You?"

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, April was already naturally nonchalant, so sex pollen didn't amp up the... chalance to unreasonable degrees or anything.

"Talked to a guy with your face earlier," she remarked. "But with different hair and he's scared of piercings."

She'd told Dean that he seemed like the hotter of the two, but now she was starting to second-guess herself. Priestly was pretty hot himself.

...Damn you, sex pollen.

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, that's Dean," Priestly said, shrugging. "He's okay, I guess. Pretty threatened by cartoon cats, too."

What had Dinah said? Ah yes, leaning. He shifted to rest part of his weight on a nearby table, and despite the sudden, horrifying image that flashed across his mind, it didn't suddenly tip over and send him sprawling to the floor.

"And probably kilts." Which Priestly himself was rocking this evening, oh yes.

Kilts were cool.

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Kilts are kick-ass," April commented, taking one last bite of her banana before readjusting her position herself. Sitting in a chair meant she couldn't do much in the way of leaning against things, but she could at least lean forward, which, especially given the rather unAprilish v-neck she'd decided to wear today, certainly conveyed... a message. Of some kind.

"I told him he was kind of a wimp. I bet he can't even cook weird Asian things either."

[lovemykilt]

"The weird Asian thing is a rare skill," Priestly bragged. He was definitely enjoying that v-neck. Right up there with making burgers good enough to propose marriage to."

Or Dean had a beef fetish, whatever.

"You're clearly a woman of refined tastes. A wimp totally wouldn't cut it."

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"True," April agreed. Then, seeing as how he seemed content to do the flirty legwork (so to speak) here and she figured it was best not to mess with a good thing, she asked, "Do you have a better suggestion?"

[lovemykilt]

It was good practice for him. Watch as he struggles not to flail too hard.

"Well, you'll want a fantastic cook, first off." Duh. "And I'd definitely go with a guy who's not afraid to look be a little different." Like with a mohawk and piercings and tattoos, perhaps.

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"So, like... that mayor dude with the weird mustache?" April, don't be cruel.

She might seem like she had a decent enough grasp on the sex pollen situation, but in fact, she kind of wanted to climb Priestly like a tree. She was just a little more composed than some people.

[lovemykilt]

Honeslty, that just made her hotter.

"Sure," he said, the teeeeniest edge behind his cool exterior. "But I'm told a full goatee feels even better."

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Hmm. "Couldn't hurt to find out, I guess."

Not that she was getting up or anything yet. Take it home, Priestly!

[lovemykilt]

"Worth a shot," Priestly agreed. "And I'll make you breakfast in the morning."

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Deal," April said at once, and within seconds she was up from her chair with her coat draped over her arm. "Where do you live?"

[lovemykilt]

"Right above the diner," Priestly said with a broad grin.

Yep, he was totally forgetting that Dean was crashing on his couch, right now. Ah well, hopefully he'd find someone else's bed to crash in, tonight, anyway.

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"That's closer than my place," April decided after a quick calculation that mostly just factored in the amount of stairs. "Let's go."