They have spoken...

[x-dominion.livejournal.com]

Whichever one of you ratted me out to Joseph Twoyoungman (Dr. Leo Samson, white courtesy phone), I have been informed that hiding in my room, spending long hours at work, switching my blood supply over with Crown Royal and writing up investigation assessments with 'why does it matter. Even if you arrest them they'll eventually leave you.' is no longer allowable. In fact, and this is my personal favourite, I'm now under orders to be sociable or I get to go home for a psych evaluation.

So, other than the unknown person who squealed on me to Canada (Dr. Leo Samson, white courtesy phone), I offer an open invite to those staff who are not chaperoning the prom or working that night, and like myself, would like to avoid the crazed noises of the traditional post-secondary school sex of the mediocre kind. I'll be hiding in Harry's.

Also, if a certain someone would like to make this up to me with a free drink (Dr. Leo Samson, white courtesy phone), I'll be drinking Moosehead and watching the Doc eat the Indians alive. Hot wings for preference. No blue cheese.

Comments

[x-plosive.livejournal.com]

I will be fleeing away from the mansion that night. If you don't want the blue cheese, I'm taking it.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

I would like to see your Doc trounce the Indians, now that your boys have finally seemed to have found their bats again, so I'm responding with a tentative yes, to be changed into a definitive yes after I see who else replies and have confirmation that everyone else coming is tolerable.

[x-leosamson.livejournal.com]

I am absolutely certain I have no idea what you're referring to, but I haven't been to Harry's in a while and would be happy to buy you a beer.

Purely as a gesture of friendship from one colleague to another.