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Chilly Boulder, noon

Dinah was taking a long lunch. Or, well, a long ice-cream break. Some days, you needed something like that to get through a hard work day.

"So, if I checked in on someone here, kinda as a social worker, would that be a bad thing, or a stupid thing?" she asked Sheba. "'Cause I might've done that yesterday."

[ooc: for the bff, but open for your ice cream needs.]

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Sheba had treated herself to a giant bowl of pistachio ice cream. Because festive green food worked best when it was naturally that color.

"You realize I don't know anything about the ethics of being a social-worker-in-training, right? In my world, you're a superhero."

"No, but you know a lot about being a resident of fandom." Dinah took a lick of her mango-butter-pecan-butterscotch combo cone. Bright colors to help her mood. "And a student in Fandom. And would you have randomly adopted a grade-schooler while you were a junior in high school?"

"You mean I didn't do that in your world?" Sheba grinned. "Kidding. Probably not? But I've heard there was a girl at the school who adopted a war orphan back home and brought him to school with her."

"Not unless Ramone counts." Dinah bumped her shoulder against Sheba's, smirking a little. "Okay, that's... that's one thing. They're from the same world. I try to stay out of those questions. But." She sighed. "Sparks found Amelia here in Fandom, and he wants to take care of her, but..."

Yeah, there were *so* many things that could go wrong there.

"Wait, is this the little starving urchin that Kenzi was talking about feeding?" Sheba asked. "Because if she's not someone's alternate self, then, sure, foster care or something might be good, but if she's going to turn into a 30 year old man at some point or something, than sticking around in Fandom might be the best bet."

"Probably?" Dinah looked chagrined. "Oh. I hadn't thought of that." She licked her cone for a minute, feeling her face heat up. "So you're kind of helping out with the food angle? Because the idea of a six-year-old living off cafeteria food and Common Room leftovers makes me queasy."

"Well, I'm not going to turn away a starving child. Or yell at my employees for feeding one. But I haven't actually met the kid."

Dinah bit into her cone, thinking, and said, "I could get Sparks some food stamps or a debit card, if he'd accept them. I was hoping to talk him into looking into foster care for her, but he was really, really unthrilled at that idea." And if Sheba had the right angle, maybe Amelia should stay with him. At least for a while.

"He's a great kid. It's just a lot for anyone that age to handle, you know?" She grinned. "I was always half-shocked our future kids survived those weird weekends."

"Look at you, all Miss Responsible." Sheba grinned. "Not that you're not in my world, but -- it runs in a different direction. It's interesting -- and not a little bit trippy -- seeing a different side of you."

Dinah rolled her eyes and said, "I still am trying to figure out how the superhero thing is responsible. Or how I could do that. Although it sounds kind of awesome."

"Honey, I've been trying to figure that out for years." Sheba flashed Dinah a broad smile -- and then suddenly wasn't there any more.

The breaks in the universe had apparently decided to put male Priestly back into place.

Or, well. Sort of.

Male!Priestly wasn't smiling. Male Priestly was staring at Dinah very intently.

For about half a second, Dinah was blinking, then grinning back, about to yell Priestly! You're here! and then--

Dinah Redmond was gone. The Dinah-looking woman sitting next to Male!Priestly was still eating an ice cream cone. Very, very deliberately.

Edited 2014-03-17 21:47 (UTC)

Priestly unconsciously mimicked the movement, taking a bite of his own ice cream.

Then he scowled down at it.

"The hell? I hate pistachio."

Dinah leaned over to take a lick of his cone. "Did you get it because I like it?" She grinned at him. "You should get another one for yourself."

Priestly obediently slid his scoop over to her. "That must be it," he said, flashing her a flirty smile. "I wonder if they have any black raspberry. Or dark chocolate."

Someone was into the dark flavors, today.

"I like how chocolate tastes on you," Dinah agreed. "Or you could get both. Why not? We can afford it." She toed a duffel bag next to her foot.

"We can afford a whole lot more," Priestly said. "That was a hell of a job. Did you see the look on the cashier's face when I handed her the deposit slip?"

"She didn't know whether to kiss you or kill you." Dinah snickered, taking a lick of her cone again, leaning her shoulder against him. "She's so lucky she decided to do neither. I would have had to step in if she hadn't."

"What can I say?" Priestly shrugged. "The Rook's a hottie. His girlfriend brings out the best in him."

Talking in the third person. Classy.

"His girlfriend is his partner, and the one who calls the shots." She leaned her head into his neck. No making like some kissing bandit! You see me flirting with cops? "Chocolate," she reminded him, looking at him through her eyelashes.

Priestly froze, his eyes going wide for just the fraction of a moment.

"Chocolate," he said. "Of course." He smiled at her again, a much smaller expression than anyone not from this little 'verse would be used to seeing on his face. "You always know what's best."

That got him a very short soft kiss on the lips, and a smile as Dinah leaned back, going back to devouring her cone.

"I do. And you and chocolate are what's best for me."

"Well, then, I'd better get as much as I possibly can." Priestly hesitated just a bare moment before reaching over to run his fingers over the back of her hand. It was a tricky thing, initiating the contact. "Be right back."

Dinah didn't react, but she did watch him on his way up to the counter, gauging his reactions, carefully keeping track of his movements. Habit by now. Also, fun, because no one ever said the Rook wasn't eye-candy.

When he returned, she said, "I have an idea for our next job this weekend. A sneakier one, with less public contact." She took a lick of his cone without asking.

Priestly waited to see if she wanted more than one lick before taking a bite of his own. "Oh? We do like sneaky."

"We do. Diamond merchant," she said, going back to her own ice cream. "I lifted the combinations from his mind while lifting his valuables during the bank job. There's money that's off the books, too. The place is closed up on Sundays, it'll be easy." She cocked her head. "Not showy, but we can save that for New Gotham." She traced a finger down his nose. "You can wear your new mask for that one. Kestrel and Rook, hitting Hawke's latest underground casino."

"Hawke." Priestly smirked. "It's practically meant to be."

"If we get lucky, maybe he'll be there. And if so..."

It would take Al Hawke a long, long time to die.

"Should change his name to 'Goose'," Priestly said. "He'll be cooked."

Oh, honey, no. That was terrible.

Dinah gave him a disbelieving look. "You've been watching those Bay's 12 movies again, haven't you."

". . . No?"

Why did he even bother trying to lie to her? After being together this long, she could see right through him even when they weren't touching.

"Priestly."

Was she going to have to be mean to him? She didn't like that. Not usually. Unless it was for a particular game. But she would be if she had to. Like if he lied to her.

Priestly didn't meet her eyes. "It was on cable," he said, slightly defensively. "You're just mad because Hollywood always gets the details wrong in heist movies."

"Yes. And they don't have enough women thieves or criminals," Dinah complained. "You know I don't like it when you watch those movies." But at least he hadn't bought one. She leaned in until her earrings were brushing his cheek. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Well," Priestly said, relaxing a little and giving her a sly smile. "So long as you're asking. . . ."

They hadn't used the handcuffs in awhile. The ones they didn't take on jobs.

Her mood was way too good to go in for some gratuitous punishment. And that smile always made her melt.

Dinah leaned in and licked his lips, then his cone, then kissed him, picking up the idea easily.

Hmm. Maybe to the fire escape, this time.

Priestly's smile grew, rather larger than it usually did, these days. "I love how you think."

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