Just found your work and while you said you thought this sucked, I found it funny. Weiner is such a guy word too!!
Off to read more of your stories!

A great story. I liked the part where Greg was dressed as a hot dog.

*snicker* You have the characters' personalities down pat. ESPECIALLY a drunk Greg's. Wonderful story, once again.

~IGC t DM

great story! continue!

Thank you for:

-Sexy caped vampire Grissom
-Brass's ironic choice of a pimp costume, considering what line of work his daughter Ellie, is in.
-Greg and his appropriately cheesy come-ons to Sara

Hahaha... That was hillarious!! What a writing prompt! Touch my Bologna... Lmao
Great job ^_^

That was REALLY funny ^^ I loved every bit of it. Greggo was a hotdog, that's rich XP

one question: where does greg keep his wallet? But otherwise on the whole it was really funny,

Holly! This is cute...and I want to touch Greg's bolonga. (Although I have no idea what it is...in the context I understand) It gave me the giggles and I think thats what you had intended, so its all good.

Only thing is...maybe a tad on the short side.

Love it how you and I react the same when our muses are being asses: "I need you to challenge me Les..." And then ** and whine about the items she gives us lol.

Cool!! this is really good!! lol! i love it! i love this bit:
She approached the hotdog, who was, at the moment, nursing a Bud Light. “Nice outfit, Greggo,” she laughed.
Sara gauged that the beer in his hand was not his first when he leered at her and said, “Thanks, Sara. Hey, wanna touch my bologna?”
Sara skillfully merged a muted snort with a withering stare and shot back, “Greg, how drunk are you? You’re a hotdog. I see no bologna. The proper question for a drunken lecher such as yourself would have been, ‘Hey, Sara, wanna touch my wiener?’”
Greg’s face fell, then brightened. “Hey, Sara, wanna touch my wiener?”
Sara rolled her eyes and walked away.
lol! and this bit:
“Hey, Greg, I’ll bet you twenty bucks I can get into your car without a coat hanger or any other sophisticated device used for breaking and entering.”
Greg narrowed his eyes at her. He couldn’t resist a good challenge. “You’re on.”
Sara nodded. “Hand me the remote.” Greg dutifully handed over the keychain containing the keyless entry remote. As Sara rummaged through the keys, found the car key, placed it in the lock and unlocked his car, he suddenly felt the urge to crawl in a hole. Sara triumphantly turned to him and handed him his keys.
“All better,” she cooed as if she were speaking to a three year-old.
Greg winced. “Ok…I’m going to go home now, and we shall never speak of this again, ok?”
“What about my twenty bucks?”
Greg rolled his eyes, retrieved his wallet, and handed her a twenty.
lol!! thats gotta suck!! lol! plz post more soon!!
Love Megan

Okay, that does not suck at all. It was absolutely hilarious! I loved it!

That was truly brilliant! You totally showed up Leslie on that one...I could just imagine her evil plans foiled when you posted this story. :) Had all the elements of a wonderful story...alcohol, Griss drooling over Sara, and a "Touch my weiner" comment. Too bad Griss didn't hear that...he might have had a stroke!! Love your stuff, so keep 'em coming!

That's funny-very cute too!!

Greg, greg, greg-never bet Sara!

Thanks for the funny!

You... are a nerd.

OMG > As I've said before, thank God for the challenges! I really don't think that it sucked, it was quite interesing. I'm still laughing at the 'wanna touch my bologna?' question from Greg...And the costumes? Where can I begin? lol. Overall, great FanFic.