Faculty Lounge: [1/9]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

After Shop, Mac opens up the lounge and brings in some fresh coffee not from class bagles, muffins and doughnuts.

He then kicks back on one of the sofas and reads the most recent issue of "The Daily Bugle".

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Whatever will you do with an assistant who doesn't talk a mile a minute.?" Realization dawns on her, "Wait a sec. This non-chatting girly-named boy...Angel?"

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"Um, yeah," Josh said, nodding. His attention was back on C-SPAN. "Oh come on," he said. "Who gives a damn what the name of the post office in Milford, Ohio is?" He glared at the television. "Be more interesting, dammit!"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She stares at him for all of two seconds. "You think you're going to get away with calling Angel 'Donna"? WOW are you stupid...he's...do you know what he is?"

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"An undead American," Josh replied, nodding. "An untapped but potentially important demographic in the voting electorate."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah. Get Joey right on that polling data." Smirking at him, she finishes her coffee. "Besides your new assistant, how are you adjusting? Shoes arent' giving you any problems, are they?"

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you're looking for long-term loyal voters, I can't think of a group who's gonna be more long term that people who don't die." He shrugged. "Also explains a lot about the Chicago voter lists."

He looked at her. "I've met vampires and a green demon in a karaoke bar. I went into a karaoke bar. So, yeah. Not so much with the adjusting."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Did you sing? Tell me you sang."

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"I didn't sing. I don't sing. I have no intention, now or ever, of singing."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Then don't eat in the cafeteria."

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"I also have no intention, now or ever, of eating in the cafeteria." He smirked. "Met you boyfriend the other day."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? He told me. He liked you...What did you say to him?"

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"Nothing much," Josh said with smug smile. "Talked about the White House: about Leo, about Big Block of Cheese Day, about how you, you know, make up huge lies about me."

He held up his hands. "I was covering my bases. I don't know what you had told people here about me."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say anything about you Josh. I was in a coma for a while, and I only just found out you were coming a few days before school began from Parker." She gives him the look. "And I don't lie. I don't have to."

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"How did I not know about the coma?" Josh asked. "Why did no one tell me about the coma?" He thought about the overflowing inbox on his desk back in the West Wing. "There wasn't a memo about the coma, was there?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"I don't think there was a memo, no. I'm pretty sure 'coma' is not memo material."

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"No, it should have been phone call material," Josh whined. "Where was my phone call?" He covered his face with his hands. "What else have I missed? You really married? Shipped off to rehab? Had a couple of kids since I've seen you?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Looking utterly confused cuz Jack hasn't come clean yet she shakes her head in amazement. "Are we done here?"

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh looked confused. "Yeah. Sure. I'm gonna sit here and mock people. My class isn't until the end of the day."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"He really is a dick." Setting her coffee down, she checks her watch. "I have a thing. I'll see you around, Harvard."