Never trust a dame who decorates a chair in designer dress

[sanders_csi]

Greg had a typewriter. He'd been banging out the pages he'd handwritten, and was likely driving not only Nick, but the rest of the people in the dorm insane with the constant clickety-clack. He was fairly adept on a keyboard, but the old fashioned manual had taken some getting used to. He'd gotten used to it, though. Used to it enough, anyway, that

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[making_choices]

Tony flicked through the pages, nodding to himself as he did. "Not bad," he resisted the urge to call Greg probie. Just.

[sanders_csi]

No towel, no goat. Greg looked up and smiled, even though he had a hard time thinking of him as anything but Maureen's shady ex.

"Hey, thanks, man."

[mayko_tran]

Mayko brushed her long, dark hair over her shoulder and gave Greg a smile as she unloaded her own laundry into a free machine, trying to get it done before she had to head out for the day.

"You're typing like a man possessed," she said, slamming the lid. "What are you working on?"

[sanders_csi]

"Oh, you know. It's just a book," he shrugged. "All work and no play, right? I got hurt at Halloween, and it seemed like a good idea, and now I can't stop."

Except he did, abruptly, in the middle of a word, so he could turn and look at her.

"How's it going?"

[mayko_tran]

"Good," she told him, spinning the dial and then hopping up on the washer when it started running. "Except I have a wedding to go to this afternoon and nothing to wear. What kind of a book?"

[sanders_csi]

"Detective novel. I got on a pulp kick while I was recovering, and it sort of took over," Greg grinned. "Like, you know, Mike Hammer type stuff."

[pawnoffenric]

She hadn't heard a typewriter in... god. Three years? The last time had been the one that the Doctor had stuffed in the TARDIS that she swore typed by itself-

So when she leaned against the doorway, her brows knit. "What're you writing?"

[sanders_csi]

Greg looked up and grinned. Explosions. He'd forgotten explosions!

"Hi, Ace," he said, raising a hand in greeting. "I've been working on a book since Halloween. Slow going, but...yeah."

[pawnoffenric]

"All the best things are, or so they say." She moved closer. "It is any good?" She looked at him, raising one brow in question.

[sanders_csi]

"Uh...only if you like pulp detective crap. You want to read some?" he asked, offering her a couple pages. "Tell me what you think."

[goldeneyedflash]

Bart was a little surprised to see someone typing away in the laundry room, but he supposed it passed the time as easily as any other activity. He could probably use some new hobbies, or at least he would if he weren't trying desperately to get guano out of his sweatshirts. And he had his housemates laundry to do as well.

"You keep typing like that, it may jam on you. It's kinda annoying when you're typing up a storm and look up and it's just a string of e's," he commented.

[sanders_csi]

"Trust me, I got that memo," Greg laughed. "Didn't take long to figure out how to work an antique, though. Used to it in the lab."

[goldeneyedflash]

"They aren't that hard, except maybe tab-stops or margins," Bart agreed, remembering a book on the repair and maintenance of typewriters. "What kind of lab? I'd think most places use computers these days, unless you're as out of time as your detective friend?"

[sanders_csi]

Greg gestures over his shoulder. "Across the hall. I'm Greg. Abby and I make the few drugs we've got here. I swear, the stuff in there can't be past 1985."

[sidlong_glance]

"The horses don't shy when I pass?" Sara read over the fedora and Greg's shoulder, one hand on her hip, the other slinging a laptop case over one shoulder. "What kind of metaphor is that?"

[sanders_csi]

Greg looked up at her, balancing the kicked puppy with the smug auteur.

"It means," he said, doing an admirable job of holding back a grin, "that he's not that scary looking, but he's not that handsome, either. Jeez, Sara, learn the lingo."

[sidlong_glance]

"I don't want to sound like an extra from Chinatown," Sara said, balancing her shoulders so the case stayed put. "If that's all right by you."

[sanders_csi]

"I swear I won't give you a daughter or a sister or a sister who's a daughter or any of that," he chuckled. "You're not til the next chapter, anyhow."