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The Arms Hotel, Pillow Suite, Saturday morning
Dinah opened her eyes, and frowned up at the billowy fluffy ceiling. Why had she fallen asleep in the main suite room last night? Probably because she'd been so tired she hadn't been able to make it to the bedroom. And it wasn't like the floor wasn't soft enough to collapse on. She gave her little nest an experimental push, and yawned, staggering to her feet. Then tripped and fell face-first over onto another huge pillow. Why had she come back to Fandom, again?

Right. Overwork, overkill, and Helena tricking her and then shoving her into a portal. Steeling herself, Dinah grumbled and headed toward the coffee maker in the kitchenette area, trying to will coffee into existence.

[open! Dinah is 38, but looks 27, for reference, if you stop by to say hi.]

Priestly stumbled out of his room at the dull thump, rubbing his eyes. He felt a bit like that time his producer had convinced him to do a brunch episode: tired, cranky, and totally overwhelmed.

Being back in Fandom was weirder than he'd thought it would be.

He paused when he saw who was at the coffee maker. "Hey, Lance."

"Mmmmmph." A main force of will, and Dinah didn't do a spit-take. Oh, she so hadn't been awake enough to register that someone else had been in the suite last night. She turned, and then couldn't help a grin. He hadn't seen her in five years, but she'd seen him. "Hey, Priestly."

Story of his life. At least she hadn't tried to pull that "hey, you're that guy!" joke.

He made his way -- somewhat gingerly, there were pillows everywhere -- over to the counter where the coffee maker lived. Morning coffee without the wife. That shouldn't be such a pleasant idea.

"So did you actually sleep last night, or were you leaping from rooftop to rooftop?"

Dinah's shoulders hunched a little, because that was a little too accurate. "Oh, you know." Lame. "There might have been some Metro-surfing and a fight." On the Metro. "I collapsed as soon as I walked in here. Literally, I think." She kicked a pillow away, then grinned, and tilted her head, comparing him to his image on the TV screen, then peeked over his shoulder. "Soooo, do I finally get to meet the famous Mrs. Priestly?"

Who was not good enough for him, judging by the cameos on his show.

Not if Priestly could help it.

"She had some pole-spin class or something she refused to miss." Priestly poked at the coffee machine a few times. "Wow, this thing is ancient."

"Seriously?" Dinah blurted. Because the woman had seemed like a real piece of work on his show, but she'd hoped that was the editing. "Um. I mean. That's a shame. Since I missed the wedding and all."

She reached over his hand to flick the coffee maker back on. "I think they're going for some bizarre retro thing, but really? I'd be happier with my coffee done in less than a minute." She yawned and took another sip of her own. "I'm glad you're here." Even if, apparently? They were sharing a suite again. Without his wife.


Here's hoping Selene never found out. She'd have a fit on camera, just because she could.

At least in Fandom he could be relatively sure that his daily activities wouldn't all end up on some gossip site.

"Yeah." Priestly smiled. "It's nice to get a break, you know? Maybe catch up with people." He gave her a meaningful look. Five years of no face time was way too long.

Reflexively, Dinah started to pull a strand of hair over her face, then realized how dumb that was. Sin would be staring at her in disbelief. She blew the strand out of her face, and grimaced, squaring her shoulders. Face the music. "Yeeeah. My particular bad. It wasn't just you, though. I think Karla's the only one who's seen me for... a while." She rubbed at her eyes. "A lot of weird went down at once, and I just..." He was still the same Priestly, right? She stared at him, searching his face, missing the goatee and the piercings, even if this version was more familiar now. "Bailed."

Yeah, he was still the same Priestly. You know, mostly.

"I get that." And he did, mostly. "I just -- I missed the crap out of you."

Why wasn't she hugging him yet? Right. Because she's been an idiot.

Dinah put her coffee down and opened her arms, biting back a sniffle. "Me too. I'm sorry."

"Nah, hey. I coulda hopped a portal to New Gotham or something." Yeah, Selene would have loved that. "Where are you going?" "To visit a woman in another dimension."

"So," he said, gracefully changing the subject. "You think this place is gonna throw something interesting at us, this weekend?"

"So do that next time. Don't let me be a dork."

Dinah would've told Selene that with an attitude like that, she couldn't come along. That would've helped a lot.

"When hasn't it?" She grinned a little, then bumped his shoulder. "We need to check out some of the old places, see how they've morphed into something else. I haven't been to a reunion here in ten years at least, I think."

"I haven't been in . . . ever." He'd skipped out on the ten year reunion. His restaurant was just starting to get off the ground, then, and the head chef couldn't take a weekend off when his sous was as likely to drink the cooking sherry as cook with it. "We should at least hunt down a decent cup of coffee. Maybe some breakfast I don't have to cook up myself."

And that, that right there, that was a true sign of just how screwed up Priestly's life had become. Cooking had become a chore.

"...you don't want to cook?"

That might've been a return to Bambi eyes of disbelief and worry there. "Oh. I thought-- yeah, never mind. We can go to the diner, what do you think?"

Hopefully the cooks there wouldn't recognize him without the hair, tattoos, and rings?

Yeah, he got that look from Jen a lot, too, when he saw her.

"Diner'd be cool. Old stomping grounds. I wonder if Lacey still runs the place."

"My treat," Dinah said, smiling a little wider. "And, and we can catch up. Although, I've been watching the show. Which isn't real life, but it feels like real life, so. I know part of what you've been up to."

Ah yes. The show. "I'm told it's at least entertaining. And, yeah, pretty much everything that happens ends up ratings fodder."

"Disasters and delights," Dinah said lightly, then TK'd her bag to herself. "I'm going to go, uh, take a shower. Get dressed." Not awkward. This was Priestly. And after a second's thought, it wasn't. She leaned in for a hug. "I'm glad you're here."

Man, he missed hugs. Or any physical sign of affection that wasn't entirely for the benefit of a TV audience. "Yeah. Me too."