Pairing: Boaz Priestly x Female Reader
Summary: In a coastal town where days blur together, two people drift close but never truly connect. When the tide shifts again, will they finally meet it—or miss it once more?
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Back at the supermarket, you’re singing along to the song playing overhead which causes you to miss hearing the door chime.
“Love in an elevator, living it up when your going down… Love in an elevator lovin' it up till I hit the ground… In the air! In the air! Honey one more time now it ain't fair!"
Your hips are swaying and head rocking side to side, hair flying. Two taps on your shoulder make you jump. You spin quickly, eyes huge as you take in sharp green eyes alight with amusement.
"Shit! Priestly, you scared the hell out of me!”
He chuckles. “Sorry to interrupt your performance, it was quite a show.”
“Shut up!” He staggers back with the punch you land to his shoulder, still laughing.
The laughter trails off, and he starts to shift in his feet. “Hey, so I hear your having a girls night, huh?”
“That’s the plan.” You shrug.
“I tried to talk Piper and Tish into letting me come but I never get to do anything fun.” He whines.
“Yeah, girls night generally excludes people of the male persuasion. Besides, you’re not into nail polish and hair dye anymore, it wouldn’t be much fun.”
His jaw tenses slightly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He mumbles and he’s staring directly at you now with an expression you’re not sure what to do with. Suddenly you feel under a microscope, heat crawls up your neck. “Uh, you could always have a guys night?”
“Oh yeah, me and Trucker making friendship bracelets. Sounds fun.” He deadpans.
“My brother likes playing poker, I’m sure he’d like to have some guys over. Get a break from his annoying little sister.”
Priestly smirks at that. “Yeah, that could be fun. He’s the one that thinks I’m cute, right?”
Your eyes roll. “Ugh, shut up. I regret being nice to you.” He chuckles at that.
His hands shoot up in mock surrender, “that actually does sound fun. I’ll text you so you can forward me his number.”
Your eyebrows go up. “You still have my number?”
A hint of pink alights across his cheeks as he looks away sheepishly. “I saved it in my phone when you gave it to me.” He shrugs and takes out his phone to text you. A vibration goes off in your pocket confirming you got his message. You forward your brothers number.
Realizing this is a golden opportunity, you ask, “so what kind of food does Tish like?”
His eyes widen a little in surprise at your question, his train of thought needing a moment to change tracks. “Um, her favorite is Thai?” His voice goes up at the end, clearly unsure where this line of questioning is going.
Your lips purse in thought, “does she like spring rolls?”
He thinks for a moment, “yeah, I’ve seen her get the tofu ones before.”
A small smile crosses your face, “thanks. That’s good to know. Let me know when you’re ready to checkout.” He stands motionless for a beat unsure of what just happened, and watches as you disappear towards the front of the store. A few minutes later, he walks towards the exit. “Didn’t find what you need?” You ask as he’s almost to the door.
He gives you a smirk, “I got what I needed.” Before you can question him further, he’s already out the door.
The sun is setting and the air is getting crisp, but you haven’t found the courage to knock on the door you’ve been standing in front of for the last 5 minutes.
“This will be fun she said..” you mutter to yourself hoping Piper knows how much you love her. You fully expect to be prodded by barbed comments and pointed stares all night.
Breathe in…. Breathe out. Before you can chicken out you knock on the door.
Tish opens the door with a beaming smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “You made it! Come on in.”
You give a smile small in return. “Thanks for inviting me. I brought spring rolls and Jose Cuervo.” Holding up the bottle with a small shake.
She looks pleasantly surprised, “oh, I love those!” At least you started on the right foot. Walking in, you take notice of her place. It’s cozy, beachy. Off white furniture and natural wood accents. Light blue curtains and macrame plant holders hanging from the ceiling. It’s softer than you expected.
Piper and Jen are already here, occupying the couch. They shout your name in stereo as you walk in. You set the food and tequila on the counter, and Tish wastes no time taking out shot glasses and filling them up. “Blow job shots, bitches!”
“A what?” Jen stammers. “A blow job shot,” Piper explains, “you can’t use your hands. You bend down and grab the glass with your lips and tip your head back.”
Tish brings the shots and and places them on the table along with some salt and lime wedges. Everyone licks their hand and sprinkles the salt. “To girls night!” Tish yells. “To girls night!” The rest of you cheer and take the shots. It’s a mess, there’s giggling, Jen manages to spill some on her shirt. Piper starts coughing. Everyone shove limes in their mouths to chase the burn of the tequila. You’re grateful the drinking started early.
Plates are loaded with food. You listen to the group’s stories from this week at the grill. The guy that orders half a sandwich - but only the bottom half. The little old lady that flirts shamelessly with Trucker. The surfer that yelled at Priestly for putting tomato on a BLT.
You share your week too, but thankfully no disgruntled customers at the supermarket. Just the sweet old man that always pulls a quarter from behind your ear and insists on you keeping it. Someone stocked up on 20 cans of sardines, but that was really it. The restaurant was pretty boring this week too. But you’ll take boring over bad any day.
Once dinner tapers down, Piper sets out some nail polish and supplies and suggests a game of truth or dare. Tish uses the tequila to whip up some margaritas for everyone.
“I’ll start! Jen - truth or dare?” Piper asks.
“Um… truth?” Jen’s eyes dart around nervously, her body finches like she’s bracing for some kind of impact.
Piper smirks, her eyes full of mischief. “Have you and Fuzzy done it yet?”
Jen’s eyes widen. “What? No. We’re taking things slow.” She shrugs and tucks her hair behind her ear. “How slow is slow?” Tish chimes in.
“Well, we’ve kissed. Held hands. Cuddled.” Jen’s cheeks redden despite her best efforts.
“He hasn’t tried anything?” Piper questions.
“He knows I don’t want to rush. He’s really… sweet.” She smiles shyly. “Ok, y/n, truth or dare?”
“Dare.” You say, feeling brave. Jen probably won’t dish out something too scandalous.
“I dare you… to do another blow job shot and send a photo of it to Chad.” Jen smiles triumphantly, clearly pleased with her idea.
“Oh geez, fine.” You know he’ll laugh it off anyways. Tish sets up the shot and Jen readies the camera on your phone. Once the shot is done, you look at the photo and sigh. Your head is thrown all the way back, showing your exposed throat, with the shot glass sticking out of your mouth. “Am I allowed to give any context?”
“No.” Jen replies and everyone giggles as you roll your eyes. “Cool, here we go. Sent.”
“Tell us when he replies!” Piper chimes in.
You decide to take a chance. “Tish, truth or dare?” She seems surprised you picked her, but her eyes seem prepared for a challenge. “Dare.” She replies. You decide to do something you think she’d find funny.
“I dare you to do a 1-minute lip sync performance. I’m talking all out perform like your the half time show at the Super Bowl.”
She grins, amused by the dare. “Sure. Be right back.” She scurries off to her room. The rest of you continue chatting and drinking. When Tish reappears, she’s now in tiny cut off shorts, a red flannel knotted up under her bust exposing her toned midriff, and wearing a pair of black heels. She setup her stereo and tells you to push play when she says she’s ready. Piper and Jen excitedly wait on the couch to see what’s going to happen. Tish turns her back to the group, “ready.” You hit play, and take a seat on the floor.
“Cherry Pie” by Warrant kicks on. Once the drums kick in, Tish shakes her hips and hair and spins around as the lyrics start. You all start hooting and hollering as she dances and lip syncs the words. She makes her way to the couch putting hands on Piper’s thighs and shimmying her chest an inch from her face, causing her to squeal. She steps in front of of Jen, spins and sits in her lap, leaning back against her. She drops to the floor and crawls towards you, pushing you down and mounting your hips. You’re laughing hysterically because one, it’s hilarious how full out she’s going but also, two, you don’t know what to do with what’s happening right now. She rolls off onto the floor and practically writhes until the 60 seconds is up.
Cheers erupt and Tish stands and takes a proud bow. “Easy.” She looks at you with a smirk, but for the first time you see a hint of amusement in her eyes. She takes a large sip of her margarita and settles back in, aiming the question at Piper.
The game plays on, and more drinks and laughs are had. Eventually Piper picks Tish. “Truth or dare?”
“Why are you so competitive?” Piper’s cheeks are pink from her buzz, bordering on drunk.
Tish tenses, a flicker of hesitation before a mask of airiness slips back on. Her smile
Is a little more sharp and slow to reach her eyes. “What do you mean?”
Piper doesn’t notice the subtle shift in Tish and babbles, “Well, when we used to go out it was always ‘let’s see who can get a free drink first?’ Or at the grill it’s ‘who can get the most tips?’ Everything is a competition, I’m just curious why that is?”
Tish starts to rap her nails on her glass, eyes cast downward. She seem to be debating between a real answer or laughing it off. Her eyes flick to yours momentarily before she answers.
Her voice softer now, “I don’t know. I guess that’s just how it was growing up. My Dad had this thing where he’d pit my sister and I against each other in everything. If you wanted praise or attention, you had to earn it. Who got the higher GPA, who got first place in a competition, who did their chores faster.” She’s staring at her drink. “I guess I didn’t realize I was doing it all the time still.”
“Do you and your sister get along?” You ask.
“I guess. More in a, ‘catch up at the holidays’ kind of way. We’re not super close or anything.” She says before taking another sip.
“That’s messed up. He shouldn’t have made you guys do that.” Piper bluntly protests.
Tish clicks her tongue, a quick smirk appears on her face. The mask has slipped back on.
She raises her glass “to daddy issues!”
Everyone raises theirs as well “daddy issues!”
“I’ll bring some of the food in a tray out here” Tish says and stands.
“I’ll help.” You offer and follow her to the kitchen. You both start stacking snacks onto plates.
“It’s not the same, but I also struggled for attention growing up. My parents had my brother and I, but would also foster kids. It felt like we always had at least another 2-3 kids at a time. Some who had come from bad situations and needed extra care. Sometimes it felt like I was invisible to my parents, but it felt wrong to complain when someone needed them more, you know?”
Tish nods slowly. “That sounds hard. Did you ever talk to your parents about it?”
“No, they were good people and did their best. Guess I never saw the point in bringing it up. It would have just made them feel bad.”
You look at each other for a moment, and the air feels softer. Like something has shifted subtly but substantially. Tish gives a small smile, one of the first real ones you think have been aimed at you, before you head back out to Jen and Piper. The rest of the night is spent watching some awful reality dating show and adding your own colorful commentary.
It’s late, Jen decides to crash on the couch. You’re feeling pretty sober, having drank the least of the group and offer to drive a very drunk Piper home. As you gather her up, she wags her finger between you and Tish. “See! I knew… you twos.. would like each udder if you jus hung out.” She slurs. You and Tish huff a laugh. “Okay tipsy girl, say good night.” You give Piper's shoulder a shake. “Gooooood night Tishy-poo.”
Tish laughs and gives two gentle pats to Piper's cheek. “Good night, Pipes. Chug some water when you get home.”
Tish gives you a small wave as she closes the door behind you.
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