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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[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.