Open Sociology Lab : 11/22

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom opens the lab, still exceedingly chipper. He opens the shades and then pulls a boom box out of his bottom desk drawer, and cranks up Houses of the Holy.

He then drags two card tables out at the front of the class room.

One has a display on calculating time of death with blowfly and fleshfly development data.

One has two pies, Pumpkin and Cherry, that he, no shit, baked himself.


Pie, bugs, and Led Zeppelin. He's a happy, happy man.


[OOC: Come stop by! Bug him about anything. I am primed to write some bizarre scientific explanations for unusual phenomena today. What? I had a half day at work, and Passions starts in 20 minutes. *heh*]

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[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps it isn't a waste of resources if it creates happy memories for so many people..." he says quietly.

"I spoke to Greg on the phone yesterday, by the way. You'll be happy to know he threatened my life at least twice, although in very clever ways I was suitably impressed by." He pauses, "He's a good friend, isn't he?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

A better friend than most would give him credit for, *she says contemplatively.* Nicky would tell me he saw me as a sister--but Greg actually follows through with that.

*She chuckles.* I'm sure he was also gloating over the fact that Catherine now owes him $100 due to an outstanding bet.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He smiles, caught up in a train of thought.

"What are you doing for Christmas? Do you have plans yet?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Same thing I do every year. Curl up with books and try to catch up with my reading. Interspersed with calls to and from family and friends. *She's finished her piece by now and filches another.*

You?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Come home with me," he says with no further explanation.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Home with you? *She is a little surprised. Just a little. Okay, a lot. But she is smiling.* Help me with my sign language?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Of course," he smiles. "You wouldn't mind if my mother stays with us at the townhouse, would you? She doesn't like the hotels in Vegas. Ot the Strip. Or... anything, really. We can invite everyone over for a meal before shift that is still in town. Judy's been house-sitting for me on occasion, maybe I could get her to buy a tree..."

He's a man with a plan, and just a little giddy. As much as he can be giddy.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Of course I don't mind. And it would be good to see everyone again. *She has plans. Holiday Plans. With Grissom. Please hold, Sara's mind has been taken over by a fit of girlish glee.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I am going to need to buy a new couch. I brought the old one with me here. Do you know anything about furniture? I need something people will actually sit on and not act as if it is a torture device."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Only way to figure that out is to do active furniture shopping, i.e., testing the furniture itself, rather than wandering into a store, looking around in a panic, and buying something at random just to get out. *She might be teasing.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Is there an offer to help me somewhere in that pile of sarcasm?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Possibly.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"What do I have to do to convince you?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

What kind of couch were you thinking? Regular, entertainment, sofabed? Leather, pleather, faux-fur? What colors would you absolutely object to?

*Well, he asked didn't he?*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes, with good humor. Two can play this game.

"Something with a lot of room... for guests. Fabric that won't chafe or stick. Maybe something Scotchguarded."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Best thing to do may be just to go to a furniture outlet and find something. *This is frighteningly domestic. But she's not wearing heels or an apron. Unless asked nicely.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Anything under the heels and apron?

"That sounds... painful. Can't I just buy something from the Internet?"

If he was a pouting kind of guy, he would do so.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Depends on how nicely she's asked.

*She is silent for a moment, finishing her second piece of pie.* That would sort of defeat the purpose of, you know, testing out the furniture beforehand.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Well, I probably couldn't test the furniture in the store the way I wanted to anyway..."

What he means by that, who knows. He is a scientist, after all. Experimentation is key. *wink*

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She shrugs, keeping her voice casual.* All you have to do is sit down and bounce a few times.

*Isn't she innocent?*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

His tone is very dry. "That's not what I read in Cosmopolitan."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

I might be addicted to reading the magazine, but that doesn't mean I agree with everything that is printed. *Equally dry.* For some reason, I don't think going blond is a guaranteed way to Keep My Man.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I think that would be a good assumption," he laughs, glancing at the open door to make sure no one is milling about outside before leaning and and whispering in her ear. "And I like your hair just the way it is. You know, I've always wondered if it was naturally curly, and you straighten it, or if you curl it on occasion, and it's naturally straight."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She chuckles, bashful.* Naturally curly--it irritates me, so I straighten it. Though in the humidity it's pretty much a lost battle.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He's still casting quick glances at the door, which is silly, but this is quite reckless for him. He touches her hair.

"I like it curly."