Peace out, bitches. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} drsnarkfest) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-01-20 22:29:00 |
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What: Watching Paint dry- do you really have to ask?
When: Tonight, after Greg regains his mortal coil. Or something equally witty.
Warnings: Swearing. Smarm, and then likely smut.
After his rather rude awakening from his nap, once again one leg lighter, Greg had taken to lounging around in his- their- bed, playing away on his guitar. With no daughters around to disturb, he didn't bother turning the amp down, letting himself get lost in the music.
After a while, he got sick of answering messages, tossing his sidekick off to the side. If Ray wanted something, he'd have to do it the old fashioned way.