university of michigan [au--locked to cuddy]
House had been playing sets all night in an attempt to not focus on the stoichiometry exam that'd be greeting him bright and early the next morning. It was a dive bar, close to campus, but the beer was free as long as he kept the songs coming and House knew more Stones and Who than anyone else that stumbled in.
He slammed down another empty pitcher and slowed down into Eric Clapton, fingers easing over the notes like a lover's caress. He had a joint smoldering in an ashtray next to him and occasionally took a hit, grinning as he mellowed out that much more.
There was a chick in the audience--small, curly hair, hot. House nodded toward her.
"This one's for the rack in the third row."
He slammed down another empty pitcher and slowed down into Eric Clapton, fingers easing over the notes like a lover's caress. He had a joint smoldering in an ashtray next to him and occasionally took a hit, grinning as he mellowed out that much more.
There was a chick in the audience--small, curly hair, hot. House nodded toward her.
"This one's for the rack in the third row."