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Tweak says, "I love Eliot Waugh"

Priestly (tipmeordie) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-05-15 22:48:00

Entry tags:

!closed, #complete, claire winchester, priestly

Who: Claire Bennet and Priestly
What: On a date (much to Noah's dismay). It consists of dvds and snack foods.
Where: The video store, then probably Priestly's place. This may change.
When: Around 6ish, tonight.
Rating: Man, PG-13 at the most. Worst thing will be Priestly's language.

Priestly couldn't help it. He was starting to like this place, just a little. After all, back home he had a hard time getting dates. Here? He didn't seem to have to try too hard. And the girl seemed pretty cool, at least from what he could tell from their conversation. She'd actually seen Willow, of all things. It was rare to find a girl that had seen that one, and even more rare to find one that will admit to having seen it.

He hadn't exactly dressed up. Actually, he'd done pretty good in dressing down just a little. Instead of his kilt he'd snagged his favorite pair of baggy black shorts, and instead of one of his more vulgar shirts, the one he wore read, simply, "I Sell Crack For The CIA." Okay, so it still wasn't exactly innocent, but it was better than "Save A Tree, Eat A Beaver" or "Orgasm Doner," right?

After having completed his assigned duty of picking out the movies, Priestly stood outside of the video store, the small plastic bag dangling from his wrist. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, and his head was... sort of leaning back against the wall. His blue mohawk was, at least. It was stiff enough to withstand the weight of his head against brick. It wasn't always blue, sometimes the hair glue he used was red or green, or even all of the above. But today felt like a bright blue day.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-15 10:52 pm UTC (link)

Claire was... well, truth be told, Claire was a bit nervous although she wasn't quite sure why. It wasn't like she hadn't gone on a date before. Well, okay. Maybe not an official date in an actual dating capacity that would be considered very normal by any means. Or if she had it'd been so long that it really just didn't count in her mind anymore. However she had spent time with boys. Alex, of course, being the most recent. Technically Claire supposed hiding in a stranger's pool and kissing a boy who could breathe underwater while federal agents were hunting them probably didn't really count in the 'dating' category either but the point was she wasn't a nun or anything.

Yet for some reason, the thought of spending the evening pigging out on junk food and watching movies with Priestly had given her a slight case of the butterflies in the belly. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she didn't know him and had only chatted with him over a message board. Maybe it was the fact that this was finally a chance for her to do something normal with someone who didn't realize she was anything but normal herself. Maybe it was something else, something that she couldn't put her finger on or a name to.

Whatever the reason, Claire was a nervous. Yet at the same time, she was in one of her better moods since finding herself in this strange place.

Her dad's words were still fresh in her mind as she prepared herself for her not-a-date. Or not-a-date as far as her family was concerned. For Claire, it was classified very firmly in her mind as a date. Not a serious, go out to dinner at a fancy restaurant with flowers and stuff kind of a date but a hanging out at (she was assuming at least) his place and watching movies kind of date. A casual date, and a chance to possibly form a bond with someone here who seemed about as normal as normal could be.

If you ignored the fact that he had a pretty unique hair color and style, tattoos, and piercings, obviously.

Dressed in a simple, relatively modest blue tank top that really made her own blue eyes stand out, and a pair of form-fitting yet not too tight jeans, Claire thought she looked casual enough yet nice at the same time. Her hair was hanging loosely, the long blond strands spilling across her shoulders and framing her face and a simple pair of sandals adorned her feet. A glance in the mirror before she'd left her room all but assured her that she didn't resemble the cheerleader she'd been not too very long ago. It was probably the most relieved she'd felt since agreeing to meet with Priestly for movies, truth be told.

The walk to the video store was a relatively short one. She had a bag of various snack items and sodas from the corner store hanging loosely from one hand and swinging idly back and forth at her side as she walked. Spotting Priestly was pretty easy - not many blue mohawks were being sported in this place - she smiled and made her way to him.

"I'm not late, am I?" she asked as she drew near. "The woman at the store took forever to count back my change. If I didn't know any better I'd swear she was trying to annoy me so I'd leave it with her."

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tipmeordie
2009-05-15 11:32 pm UTC (link)

When Priestly heard someone talking to him, he looked over and grinned. Hell, he couldn't help it. He'd somehow managed to score a date with a hottie. There was now telling how he'd managed that one, but he wasn't going to complain. "She probably was. Good thing you didn't let her push you around though," he said simply, pushing himself off the wall before taking a couple of steps towards her. "But you're good, not late. I actually just got done in there a couple of minutes ago." And as the distance closed between the two of them, Priestly noticed just how tiny she was. He knew that he had to be close to a foot taller than she was, at least, but he kinda got a kick out of that.

To be perfectly honest, Priestly was kinda nervous as well. Since it was so hard for him to get dates back home it had been a while since he had been on one.