10:00 p.m and Greg was already borderline drunk.
"I'm off tonight anyways, I'm allowed to get wasted right?" He attempted to justify as he emptied another glass.
He then scanned the small bar for someone interesting to talk to...he felt lonely... again.
As his eyes drifted over crowd a familiar face caught his eye...
It's rumored that even "gruesome Grissom" goes out for drinks at night... and for Gil... Tonight...was a night to drink.
His run-in with Greg had been plauging his mind since the incident occurred... he couldn't think straight.
He recounted the way the boy had looked in his mind... the way his hair fell at that particular moment... his eyes...
his lips...
Gil shook his head as if it would shake the thoughts out. He had to stop thinking about it!
"I haven't dated in years... I've hardly thought about it... not only that but... I'm old enough to be his father for christ's sake...He couldn't possibly be attracted to..."
Before Grissom could even finish his thought... a lithe body slid onto the bench next to him.
Without even looking up he knew who it was...
"Sanders..."
Greg stared straight ahead as he spoke... afraid of what looking at Gil might cost him...
"You uhhh... looked like you could use some company..."
"I usually come here alone..." Grissom countered cooly.
The pair sat awkwardly for a few moments... not really knowing what to say to one another...
As the waitress passed by... Greg decided to order some stronger drinks...alot of them... he knew this wouldn't end well...