Thursday Office hour

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She sits at her desk, headphones hooked to her laptop. She's bouncing along to a CD Hogan had sent her. She'd never heard of The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, but they were actually kind of fun.]


((as always, she's really here to talk to you, not jam out))

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Phoning it in...good expression. [His gaze settles back down on her.] Can we phone in the rest of the week and spend it doing other shite?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

What did you have in mind for the one day left? [She laughs softly]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Well. We could go shopping for checkered trousers. [His grin is sly.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. That'd be fun. And while we're at it, why don't we just be hooligans for a day? [Her sarcasm is only cut by her smile]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Football hooligans? [He looks excited.] I did that once...except it wasn't football, was cricket...

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Cricket. [She shakes her head] That's right up there with being a...polo hooligan. A water polo hooligan.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Have you never seen the Ashes (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ashes)?! It's bloody MAD there, England won this past year and everyone went to pieces!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Well, no. But they can't possibly be any comparison to Arsenal. Just...not happening. Have you ever been to an Arsenal/ Manchester United game? I went with Marbury once and...[she shakes her head]...it was unbelievable. I didn't even watch the game.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I try to avoid ManU as much as not-so-humanly possible. And you should see the Scots. And the Irish.

But I take it you didn't mean that sort of hooligan.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Actually...I did. I'm reading the liner notes about the origins of ska...it's really interesting.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

The origins of ska...with football hooligans?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Well, the origins of punk, when they got to the carribean and fused with reg--...do you honestly want to know this?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Maybe not right now. Perhaps later. [He rubs his forehead.] We can trade tales...I was at the Beatles' last gig.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Of course you were. And Adam was a roadie for the Stones. And I...oh yeah, I worked at the White House and met no one interesting and never did anything cool. [She laughs] You're always going to have a better story, arent you?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Not ALWAYS. I mean, I never've met Big Bird. [He cocks his head.] Kind of want to meet Big Bird, actually.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Meeting Big Bird was cool. Did you know the man behind the voice of Elmo is a large black man who looks like he could be Marcellus Wallace's cousin?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

So he's black, he's bald, and he doesn't look like a bitch... [Ten quoth.] Righto.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Well, no. He has hair. [She blinks] He's just kind of hard looking. He's really nice though. Who else would you like to meet?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He smirks slowly.] Quentin Tarantino.

No, actually...dunno. Right here and now in this time period? Not sure, really.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Quentin is hyper. And kind of conceited.
But you know who is the nicest guy? [She walks slowly around her desk and circles behind him, draping her arms over his shoulders]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I can see that. But so am I. [He leans back into her arms and looks up at her.] Who is?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

This guy I met once. He has the most gorgeous eyes. And great hands. And he's really smart. I never got his name...[she leans down and kisses the top of his head.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

You know, that reminds me...I was going to ask this woman I know to a dramatic performance this evening, and then take her home. Maybe have some mulled wine, talk about nothing, and then...er...watch the fireplace for hours. D'you think she'd like that?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Ooh, yes. You should. I'm sure she'd like that. Is it a dress up kind of dramatic performance? Worthy of a Vera Wang? Or...more casual?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, I'd say more casual is the order of the evening. You wouldn't mind, though, if I brought her home...?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Not at all. [She rubs her palms along his naeck] Bring her on home. I was going to bring a guy I know home any how. Ok?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He subtly moves his neck into her touch.] Aye, just don't make too much noise.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Ok. But he's kind of loud. And bouncy. I'll just kiss him a lot to keep him quiet.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[deadpan] Sounds like a good plan. I'm jealous of the bastard.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Wrapping her arms around him, she leans over and puts her chin on his shoulder.] Oh, Ten. Don't be jealous.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

It's difficult, when he gets to go out with the loveliest woman in town.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

The lovliest? You think? Mmm, maybe I do mind if you take her out. Maybe I want you all to myself.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

See, that's a matter for you and her to take up yourselves, then. [He leans back into her embrace.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Well, then. Maybe we will. [She kisses him softly behind the ear.] She's says I can go. She'll let me have you thins time.