"Awesome. I think some of us are going into Times Square tomorrow night, for the big ball dropping." Dinah took a breath, and shook her head. "And running around with people tomorrow. Seeing everything." Ignoring anything else.
"That's good! It can, uh. Be good to be surrounded by people." Priestly felt a little bad for pulling the conversation back again. "Or if you don't wanna do that, I could probably find you a couch to crash on around here."
Dinah got up to pace a little, restlessly, then sighed. "Yeah, no. I'll... deal. For now. I may call you freaking out tomorrow, but. I don't want to run away from this, you know?" Well, she kind of did. But she had her pride. Even if she didn't have a boyfriend any more.
"You are totally welcome to call me if you freak out. I, uh. Might be a little drunk." Trucker was pretty lax about the whole legal drinking age thing.
And to think, Naomi thought he was a bad influence.
"I'm thinking that being hammered might be the way to go," Dinah admitted. "Since I have no other good ideas. I might call so you can hear the crowds roar, early." She smiled, then sighed. "Thanks, Priestly. I should go... Fiona's waving, we're gonna get coffee."
Which gave her an ache of happiness as well as sadness, that someone missed her, and, well. Someone else didn't. "I'll see you on Saturday, maybe talk to you tomorrow. Bye, Priestly."
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Owwwwww.
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And to think, Naomi thought he was a bad influence.
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