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Taystee Diner and bits of its street, New Gotham, Valentine's Day
Priestly and Dinah had had plans, darnit. Romantic, schmoopy, sexy plans! ... which were now foiled, at least temporarily, by Priestly's day-job-boss, who had him working late. Bah.

So, if Priestly couldn't come to the Valentine's Day, it was going to him!

Okay, that was for later. But it was under the coat, and it was going to motivate him to close up the Diner as fast as he could.

[ooc: for the boyfriendBFFguy, with a guest appearance on its way.]

"Baby I can do all of the above if you're keeping me warm."

Every now and then, Priestly managed to be smooth.

Then he leaned in and pretended to gnaw on her shoulder and ruined it completely.

Dinah's high-pitched squeak as she pushed open the door lacked subtlety or sophistication as well, so in that they were a match. She twirled once she got outside, beaming. "Did you guess? You looked so gobsmacked!"

"That you were going to show up wearing a present bow as a shirt?" Priestly asked. "Ahhhh yeah, no. No idea. You're the best girlfriend ever, you know that, right?"

Priestly swung in front of her and started tugging her down the street to . . . somewhere. Didn't matter. Just not his crappy diner. Wait! But first:

"Hmmm, I think makeouts in the street need to start us off."

He tugged her forward so he could grab her lips in a kiss.

Dinah could completely be okay with that hurrying up of the events.

"Prie--! Mmmm..." She leaned in, gripping Priestly's shoulders for balance, sighing into the kiss with satisfaction.

Aw yeah. Priestly could get used to this.

Someone yelled at them to get a room. Priestly flicked that someone off without even coming up for air.

That catcall faded out into a scream, somewhere not too far away from them.

And then a second one, from another direction, along with the sounds of something flying through the air.

"Cupid, draw back your bowww," Carrie Cutter, aka Cupid sang to herself. And shot another coupley-couple, another romantic, ungrateful, blind, stupidly-in-love pair in the derriere. "And let, your arrow gooooooo."


Excuse you, random passerby. They had apartments to get back to! And they could get a cab, maybe--

The scream made Dinah open her eyes, and then pull back just a little bit, starting to ask, "Do you hear--"

That second scream had her ducking and looking around wildly, because that was the sound of New Gotham mayhem starting up again. "Awww, COME ON!"

"Oh my god why does anyone live here?" Priestly wasn't quite as fast at the duck and weave. It still just wasn't instinctual. He stared as another couple got shot. "Are those arrows?!"

"I can't believe she has the nerve to show up here," Dinah fumed. "I can't believe I left my uniform at home!" She pulled them into a nearby alley, and under the overhang of a fire-escape for cover. "Can you see where she's shooting from?"

Funny, Dinah. It's like you know who this is.

Yeah, Priestly noticed that too. "All I'm seeing are people screaming." One of the first victims was still down on the ground, their date hovering above them, panicking. "Shit." Priestly tugged himself out of her grasp. "Shit, they need help."

And then he was dodging back out into the street.

"What? No, Priestly, wait!" Dinah made an ineffective grab at him when she turned back. He'd already gotten out of arm's reach while she'd been trying to narrow down where Cupid was perched. She'd pulled out her phone to let Barba know what was going on, and failed to pay attention to her fray-adjacent BFF. The call connected as she turned around, and yelled after him, "No, don't, that's the kill-zone! PRIESTLY!" And took off after him, ignoring her own advice.

Edited at 2017-02-15 04:39 am (UTC)

"Oooo, there's a pretty target."

Guess who Cupid had in her sights. She even leaned out a bit, so she could aim better.

"~Straight to my lover's heart, for meeeeee...~"

Fortunately, while she was a good shot, she wasn't that good a shot. You didn't have to be, when you tipped your arrows with poison.

Edited at 2017-02-15 04:47 am (UTC)

"Hey man." Priestly said, as he made it to the victim's side. "Got you in the ass, huh. Damn." He gave the guy and his date a cheeky grin. "You're gonna be alright, okay? I know it hurts --"


It was probably a bad sign when the feeling of an arrow smacking into you was familiar wasn't it.

The victim passed out. His date screamed bloody murder. Priestly looked down at the arrow sticking out of his shoulder and sighed.

"The fucking shoulder again?"

Then the pain hit.

"Priestly!" Someday, he wasn't going to do this: try to help someone and get hurt. Someday, he would quit doing that. It would be a sad day. If that day ever came. (But it would be a day that Dinah wasn't furious and worried and scared and pissed off and really really wanting to scream in, too. Maybe she felt about that day the way he'd feel about if she gave up crimefighting.)

Dinah got to Priestly's side 10 seconds after the arrow hit, and turned toward where the archer had to be, her body in between his and that line of sight. "Don't move don't move, don't move, remember last time?" Arrrgh. She did. "I am not going to pull that out this time! We are getting an EMT!"

That was getting her some weird looks. And some squawking from her phone. Dinah leaned her forehead against Priestly's as she lifted the phone to talk into. "Barbara, send an ambulance, send lots of ambulances to my location, Cupid's on a rampage--"

Somewhere in the background, Barbara could probably hear a woman shrieking about he dumped me! He was supposed to be my true love! And I know who to blame!

Dinah petted Priestly's hair and said, "I am going to kill that bitch, I really am."

"Yes, I remember last time!" Priestly said. Oh god, why did this hurt so much? Wasn't he supposed to be in shock a little longer? Last time he'd run all the way the rest of the way out of that weird hell dungeon room before he felt it.

And it didn't burn last time, did it?

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why the crazy arrow lady wants to kill you."

Also until the EMTs arrived. Oh hey, everything was getting swimmy. Maybe this was why the victim guy passed out. Priestly had figured it was shock but hey, swimminess might be it, too.

"I thin'th're mighta been somethin' on th'arrows."

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