Thursday Office Hour

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She sits at her desk, surfing the internet looking for non-skanky leather fashions. Feel free to stop in and chat!]


ETA: ((Conversation with notcalledlizzie is NFB behind a closed door. Bel, Maia, and Anya are ok for broadcast.))

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know! At Our Lady of Mercy it was never like this!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*laughs* There are some things that I miss from going to a more "normal" school though. I used to run on the cross-country team, and we don't have anything like that here, which is a shame.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

It's getting too cold for cross country...but maybe you could apply for a team in the spring.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*nods slowly* I did approach the gym teacher when he first arrived about some sort of track team, but he never got back to me. I run with friends most mornings, but it's not the same, y'know?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Right, I get that. Do you, um, run with Shep Baby and that sweetie Cam?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*nods* Yeah, I normally run with Cam and some others. Not so often with Sheppard... last time he came with us was when he wrecked his ankle, the idiot.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She blushes] Yeah, he, um, mentioned that. They're sweet kids.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*notes the blush curiously* Cam? Yeah. Sheppard, eh, not so much *grins*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Really? They both...um...got me home safely.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

They did? They never mentioned that. Not that it probably warranted mentioning.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She huffs out a laugh.] God, those are good boys. I was walking home at dawn, hungover. I think I scared Shep a little. And they've kept it quiet. Wow.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*raises her eyebrow* No, certainly haven't mentioned it. At least not to me.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I'd have thought it'd be all over the rumor mill. [She rolls her eyes] You've got nothing on me for doing stuff drunk, E.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*blushes* I guess the translation makes more sense now, huh?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Really, since you aren't really underage, we should go have drinks some night. I bet we'd tear this town up. [She smiles wide]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*grins* Yeah, that could be fun. I've been to Spike's with a couple of friends before, but that's about it. We tend to get the most drunk in the dorms actually!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

For shame...drinking in the dorms. [She smiles] Ten's got some great scotch. Do you like scotch?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*tilts her head* Actually, I'm not too keen on it. I lived with a Scotsman, who's dad owned a distillary up in the Highlands and he tried to extohl the virtues of it to me, but... *shrugs* It doesn't do much for me.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

What's your preferred poison? Vodka?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*grins widely* Oh, most certainly!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Well, that settles it. [She smiles] Soon, we will drink vodka and you will teach me to say "I'm smashed" in Russian. Deal?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Da *grins* It's a deal.