Thursday Office Hour

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She sits at her desk, headphones in. Reading her textbook, from time to time she closes her eyes and sings along...

just might stop to check you out
let me go on like I blister in the sun
let me go on big hands I know you're the one

[later]

Why can't I get just one kiss?
Why can't I get just one kiss?
Believe me,
Somethings I wouldn't miss
But I look at you pants and I need...


If any students come in, she'd be pleased to chat.

((ooc: free for the afternoon! Whee!))

Comments

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*she half-grins, shrugging* Hey, what are assistants for if not to unload things on?

Do you want to head out and get a cup of coffe? Or *checks her watch* something stronger, perhaps? I promise to stay clear of the vodka *laughs*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I'd love to, but I need to stay here for the hour, then meet up with Ten. Another day...next week?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Sure, no problem. I should probably go and see if Charlie's still singing.

I'll see you tomorrow, Professor.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

See you tomorrow, E. Um, do I need to tell you to keep all this under your hat?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*lightly* Keep what under my hat?

*seriously* No, Professor, you don't need to tell me. I won't tell a soul. Or a person without a soul