Greg was hoping from one foot to another like an excited child as the group entered the park on a short cut through to the centre of Vegas or the nearest club they hadn't processed whichever came first.
"Do you have to pee?" laughed Cath as Greg nearly walked straight into a bush.
"No," replied Greg emphasising the 'o', "your walking to slow," he pouted.
"You try walking in these heals," said Cath pointing to her two inch heal.
"They'd look good on me," replied Greg to a concerned looking Nick who had frozen in front of him.
"Not cool man," said Nick shaking his head at the thought of Greg in high heals.
"You've had too much drink," stated Warrick at Catherine despite the fact he was talking to Greg.
"And your doing so well," grinned Cath, "you know I think I worked a scene here the other week," she added as Greg and Nick ran in and out some tree playing football with an imaginary ball.
"Now you tell us," laughed Sara as Nick ran in front of her nearly tripping her.
"Hurry up guys," whined Greg as Sara's attention was caught by something shinny to her right.
"Oh slide," beamed Sara charging towards the small climbing frame about ten feet away. The slide was wide and attached to a wooden structure with a tube for children to climb to, it was smaller than Sara so when she began to run up the slide her head was already above the wooden turret.
"Look," cried Sara about to duck under the metal bar running above the slide as she lost her footing and fell face first narrowly missing breaking her nose on the bar she grabbed it with one arm and ended up laid on the slide her head at the top and feet dangling off the bottom.
"Rubbish," came Greg voice as he clambered over Sara squeezing his way by her and under the bar her stood triumphant at the top waving his arm before jumping off the other side.
"Children," sighed Cath turning to Grissom who had kept very quiet but was now laughing to himself at Sara as she stood up and grinned at him while brushing herself off.
"Not funny," Sara hissed at Grissom as she joined him, now somewhat more subdued, at the back of the group.
"Amusing," smiled Grissom enjoying his private joke with Sara. The reason the couple found it much more amusing than everyone else steamed from an incident at a scene were Sara was trying to process a fairly steep ramp and fell landing in the evidence and then had to stand in the middle of the builders yard while Grissom processed the evidence of her much to amusement of Brass several officers and a hand full of builders.
"Do we even know where we're going?" whined Greg.
"First place that sells the good stuff but we haven't processed in the past three months," smiled Cath as the group left the park and joined the main streets along with the crowds of people already on the outskirts of the city.
"Were not walking all the way to strip are we?" asked Nick.
"No that place is for the tourists," smiled Catherine, "I know much better places, I've danced at much better places," she added getting looks from Warrick and Greg.
"You've never really told me what you used to do," grinned Greg.
"And I'm not plastered enough to yet either," smiled Cath gently slapping him on the cheek.
"Oh nearly there," announced Cath putting on a sudden burst of pace as the rounded a corner to an eights themed club.
"Thought I'd make Grissom feel at home," she grinned as they joined the queue of people waiting outside.
"I've never been here before," commented Grissom missing the insult.
Half an hour later andthey had managed to get a leather sofa at one end of the club round a small table. Sara, Greg and Grissom were on the sofa while Nick and Warrick were precariously balanced on stools.
"What the hell is that?" shouted Sara as Cath came back in view from the bar carrying a pitcher full of bright blue liquid.
"This is godfather," said Cath placing it down then sticking a hand full of straws in.
"What's in it?" asked Grissom as Nick began drinking from a straw.
"Not a clue," replied Cath as she and Sara joined Nick.
"Spirits," replied Nick, "lots of spirits."
"We should do shots," suggested Greg enthusiastically, "black after shock," he added leaping up and heading to the bar before anyone could stop him.
"Are you going to drink the whole pitcher?" asked Grissom with over pronunciation in his attempt to form a fully coherent sentence.
"Depends how long before the straw falls out my mouth," grinned Cath chewing on the straw as she said it. While Grissom decided to venture a taste of the godfather, it defiantly had whisky in it he knew that much and it made his tongue feel more than it should. "Can everyone else really feel their tongue?" asked Grissom like he was conducting a genuine scientific experiment.
"Yeah," replied Sara sticking a finger in her mouth and stroking her tongue missing the concept of the question.
"Shot's" announced Greg arriving back with three shots and a bar tender in tow with another three.
"I'm not sure," said Grissom eyeing up the black liquid.
"On three," beamed Cath as everyone took a glass, "one two three, urgh," called Cath as the shot burned her throat and caused her to cough violently as was Greg and Nick even though they were trying their best to hide it. Grissom had simple sunk back on the sofa his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Warrick had done his like a pro and was laughing at Sara who was sticking her tongue out making an array of gagging noises.
"Beer drinker," smiled Cath implying Sara could hold her sprits she then made puking noise at the younger woman until she slapped her on the arm regaining as much composure as she could muster in her current intoxication.
TBC………….………..……………..