Birthday

[gris_bug_man]

When Grissom entered the bar this morning, it was with a deep sense of forboding. After twenty five years as a criminalist, he knew better than to ignore his first instincts.

Only when the Bar gave him a dated crossword puzzle along with his coffee did he understand why he felt so uneasy.

Today is my birthday.

Sara knows my birthday.

Such a revelation probably explains the look of anticipatory dread on his face.

[ooc: Post gifts/harassment as you like. Slowtime needed at 10:00 CST.]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti leans on the bar beside Gil Grissom, and grins.

Sara has told him, quite a while ago, and the expression on Grissom's face assures him that this is indeed the day.

"Happy birthday, Gil Grissom," he says, grinning at the man.

[gris_bug_man]

"Thank you, Asar-Suti," Grissom says calmly. "I'm presuming Sara informed you of my birthday."

He's going to kill her.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Yes, she did," Asar-Suti grins. "And so I get to conjure you some present. I was thinking of something that my Gil and I quite enjoy, for you and Green!Jack."

Asar-Suti grins, positively demoniacally. He was going to let Gil Grissom squirm for a moment before he said what exactly.

This is fun. Good luck he himself doesn't have a birthday.

[gris_bug_man]

"I wouldn't wish for you to trouble yourself," he says hastily. Mun cackles.

[ooc: Will be off to class in 5 minutes.]

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti conjures a picture (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/yakkiesekrit/Varia/sofa_finished.jpg) and hands it to Grissom.

"My Gil and I have one as well; we spend lots of time on it. If you tell me where, I'll conjure the real thing," he promises, grinning brightly.

[gris_bug_man]

"Excellent workmanship," he nods, studying the sofa. "I'm not certain my room is large enough for one of that size--I will need to take measurements. But thank you."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"You two get to pick the colours, too - I won't inflict the mixture of brown and purple on the unsupecting. And I can tell you, it is a very lovely sofa for lounging and all sorts of things," Asar-Suti says, smiling somewhat schmoopily at the memories.

[gris_bug_man]

By this point, Grissom is blushing furiously. "Yes--I'd imagine so," he says. "I will think about the colors and let you know."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti grinned brightly.

This was really good. "Take the picture, show Green!Jack, and then I will conjure it," he says. "As I am conjuring it, I can do any colour, not just a few, like some silly non-magical catalogue."

But honestly, he is expecting some sort of green - green like grasshoppers, green like Jack's power.

[gris_bug_man]

"I will."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Good. Enjoy your birthday," Asar-Suti says, grinning at Gil Grissom again, and then walking off with his coffee.

[lvpd_sidle]

She has enough self-preservation to know not to stick around today. So she tosses Grissom a gift certificate to Eatabug Incorporation and scrams.

[gris_bug_man]

"I know where you live, Sidle," he glowers after her, though inwardly touched at the thoughtfulness of her gift.

[jack_inthegreen]

"I hope that look isn't for me," Jack says, greeting Gil with a hug and a kiss.

[gris_bug_man]

[ooc: Ack! Work get away from my RP time!]

"I assure you, it is not," Gil says when Jack lets him breathe.

[jack_inthegreen]

"Happy birthday, my love."

He does let him breathe. Really. He knows mortals need to.

[gris_bug_man]

"Thank you," he says softly, blushing slightly.

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack chuckles, holding Gil around his waist. "Today's the day we celebrate your being here. Don't blush. You exist and we say hooray."

[gris_bug_man]

He chuckles. "And I do thank you for that. And also for not making it an unnecessarily large affair. Sara is being nice."

[jack_inthegreen]

"It's all Sara's doing," Jack confesses. What else he knows Sara has in mind . . . well, that'll just be a good surprise for Gil. "When it's my birthday--well, let's just say it'll be dramatic enough."

He gives him the wrapped package. "Though you do get presents, of course."

[gris_bug_man]

"Speaking of which, Asar-Suti has offered to conjure a sofa similar to the one he and his Gil share, as a gift." He sounds bemused before turning his attention to the package and unwrapping it.

[jack_inthegreen]

"They have a very good sofa," Jack remarks. "Big enough to hold a football team."

There's a framed drawing in the package, pencil and watercolor, of Gil and Jack together.

[gris_bug_man]

"I told him I would take proper measurements of my room and have him modify the size accordingly. And...I'm not overly fond of purple. I was considering a dark green or brown."

He goes quiet, looking at the drawing. "This is exquisite," he says softly.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony has spoken to Grissom enough times to know he's a huge, huge bug geek; yet Tony's knowledge of entomology is about as vast as a drained kiddie pool.

So, he's going with the safest bet: a card and some money. Say sorry, he's just not the adventurous type, although he's tried in earnest to tie it into Grissom's interests.

On the card is a picture of a man with a large pink birthday cake overcome with ants. The text at the bottom of the card reads: We don't mean to bug you, but...

Which is the cue to open the card. Written on the inside of the card is, simply: we just wanted to wish you happy birthday!

Written beneath the text:
Yeah, I know it's corny, but I couldn't find you a serious bug birthday card. They were all corny!

But, seriously, happy birthday. Thanks for being there as a friend, and as a customer.

Along with the card is $75 gift card to a book store.

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom snickers when he reads the card, remembering his Entomologists Bug Everyone sweatshirt back at home. And he smiles when he sees the gift card, reminding himself to send a thank you letter.