bohemian_mark | OOC: Memeage!

Sara: Hey, you.

Grissom: I'm assuming that there is an explanation for this.

Collins: *smart-assed grin* Dream come true, baby!

Ali: Joanne's going to kill us.

Paul: .............

Sara: Mmm. Morning.

Grissom: ..... I must have been really drunk. Um. Sorry.

Collins: Angel's gonna wish she was here.

Ali: Does this mean I've slept with two of Joanne's girlfriends? I'm toast.

Paul: ... I really don't want to know.

Sara: *cuddles*

Grissom: Jack will regret having missed this. *placid*

Collins: Oh, I can call her over if you want. *leer*

Ali: Toast with jam.

Paul: I agree.

Mark: *kisses*

Grissom: I... don't even know what Sara would say.

Mark: *facepalm* You probably would.

Ali: Toast with jam and butter

Paul: So... how about we forget all this.

Sara: Nice way to wake up.

Grissom: ..........good point. Now I know what it is like to truly fear for my life.

Collins: Bit late to be surprised by that.

Ali: So, Witness Protection Program?

Paul: *eyebrow arch* You are ashamed of me?

Sara: Best way I can think of.

Grissom: No shit. *twitch*

Collins: True. Then again, if we don't call Angel in, she'll be peeved that she missed the fun.

Ali: I'm up for that one.

Paul: Not at all. Just... uh, wrath of fiancee.

Sara: Oh yeah. Waking up to coffee is never this good.

Grissom: Do not fret too much. She'll kill me, not you.

Collins: Point. I'll go get her. *smirk*

Ali: Right.

Paul: ..........very good point.

Sara: Definitely. Especially if Roger's making his instant coffee.

Grissom: True. I still don't particularly want her to get carted off, though. I'm rather fond of her.

Collins: *facepalm* Don't have too much fun now.

Ali: *sigh*

Paul: So, er, yeah.

Sara: *twitches* I never want to hear the words 'instant' and 'coffee' in the same sentence again.

Grissom: *eyebrow* She is a better CSI than I am. What makes you think there would be enough evidence to link her to whatever might happen?

Collins: You wound me. Just for that, you don't get to be on top.

Sara: Don't drink from Roger's pot then. Ever.

Grissom: You have a very good point. Still, I'd rather you weren't dead. Jack wouldn't be amused, let alone the kids.

Collins: Now that's a shame right there. Perhaps this means we'll have to have more than one go.

Sara: Oh, I won't. And he's officially and permanently banned from the kitchen.

Grissom: No, he wouldn't be, and I'd rather not face the wrath of a fertility god. The best course would be simply to be honest with her and pray she is willing to be amused.

Collins: Every now and then, you have brilliant ideas.

Sara: He can't cook for crap either. *beat* Not that I can.

Grissom: *sigh* Yeah. And a whole lot of grovelling apology.

Collins: *smirk* Hey. I didn't think up a whole film studio for nothing.

Sara: I see we have some lessons in store. *smirk*

Grissom: Indeed. I might ask Jack to buy her a Corvette.

Collins: Also true. *beat* I really hope your camera was off.

Sara: Oh, really? *grin*

Grissom: She'd like that. I'll find her a place to park it.

Mark: ... *flails* Shit, I do too.

Sara: I still have that French Maid costume....

Collins: *checks* *sounds amused* Then again, we could just start our own porn library...

Sara: *smirk* Oh, really? Perhaps you should wear that around the Building some.

Collins: *facepillow* Yeah, well, there's probably some of Maureen's still hanging around somewhere.

Sara: *eyebrow* I will when you do.

Collins: *makes a face* Least you labeled them. *throws them out* *Ew, girls*

Sara: ...... I am -not- wearing drag again.

Collins: I've been meaning to get rid of them anyway. *beat* I don't want to know what Roger has stashed away in his room, actually.