Friday Office Hour

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She's jamming out, but it's not that loud. She's making all kinds of notes, and the first person walks in on a private phone call...

Sam? Another favor. Not as fast this time. More permanent. Same deal. Yeah. How's it coming with making Jacl Harkness a long term deal? Ok. Yeah...the name to put down is...I have to go Sam. I have a conference.

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[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

If you knew I forgot Cam and Vala then you already knew who was in the group.

So I ask again... why was I brought here? (He's not actively hostile yet, but getting a bit less friendly)

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Why do you think I asked you in, Shep? Really? What would the speech teacher possibly have to gain from this information?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Well, one of the whole points of this conversation is that people around here are rarely what they seem on the surface.

So you tell me. What would the speech teacher possibly have to gain from this information?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Shep-baby, I'm just curious. Really. Besides, I'm a secret keeper and I wouldn't tell you anyway.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Fine. But next time I let the gremlins get you when you decide to wander around drunk.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Good enough. But you'd have to know the next time I get drunk...want to be invited?

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*deciding that he may be able to get more information out of her when she's thuroughly lubed up, Shep shrugs* Sure.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Good. [She smiles wide] I'll let you know when and where.

Will I see you at the Festival? It's my birthday and everyone's supposed to come. It'll be fun.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

I'm planning to be there... so you'll probably see me.

But just in case I don't, happy birthday.

And get back to me on that drinking thing.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I will, Shep-baby. Count on it.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Deciding that that was some kind of warning, Shep decides that it's time to run.

And hide.

A lot.

"Well, then, I guess Beka and I will see you at the Faire." He'd never needed a posse before, but this was one of those circumstances where giving fair warning that there would be witnesses was turning out to be a really good idea.