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Apr 05, 2006 19:08

He's in the bar nursing a chocolate milkshake and onion rings, a sudoku puzzle on the table in front of him, a dog on the floor at his feet. The dog occassionally rolls over, and snorfles in sleep. He rubs her belly with his foot when she does. And occassionally grumbles at his puzzle, or bites his pencil. The milkshake is half melted, the onion ( Read more... )

behrooz araz, gregory house, wendy peterson, venom

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beyond_therest April 6 2006, 00:03:48 UTC
I need more cigarettes. I see him of coarse, the stench from the onion rings. Chocolate milkshake and onion rings, interesting combination. My eyebrow maybe a little bit raised, but who am I to raise an eyebrow.

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ineedavicodin April 6 2006, 00:06:50 UTC
He looked up and offered a slight, friendly smile. But nothing more.

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beyond_therest April 6 2006, 00:07:39 UTC
"Interesting."

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ineedavicodin April 6 2006, 00:11:04 UTC
"What? My choice in nourishment?" House gestures at the onion rings and milkshake. "Staple of my diet."

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beyond_therest April 6 2006, 00:13:46 UTC
"Well, sure but I meant the puzzle and onion rings and chocolate, not exactly the best for nourishment."

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ineedavicodin April 6 2006, 00:18:23 UTC
"Eh, probably not." He shrugs. "Want a ring? They're cold, but you're welcome to them."

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beyond_therest April 6 2006, 00:23:51 UTC
More of a healthy nut, with the occasional chessy puff, but I'm not really in the mood.

"No. Thanks."

I take the cigarettes off the bar, opening the pack, and taking one. My trusty lighter is out as well.

"You mind?"

Even if he did, it was an open bar and I would smoke anyways but I try to play nice right.

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ineedavicodin April 6 2006, 00:30:11 UTC
"Your lungs." Good thing she didn't tell him she fancies herself a health nut, who smokes.

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beyond_therest April 6 2006, 00:35:39 UTC
"Well, if you're a doctor I've heard it and if you're one of those protesters or something....sorry."

I pull a smoke out of the pack and take out my lighter, replacing my pocket space with the pack.

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ineedavicodin April 6 2006, 00:39:32 UTC
"The former. And, I still say, your lungs." He shrugs. "Just blow the smoke away from my dog."

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beyond_therest April 6 2006, 00:43:00 UTC
"Fine."

I take the cigarette to my lips and light it. I'm sure to put my lighter back in my pocket afterwards. Can't lose it. Inhale.

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ineedavicodin April 6 2006, 00:47:37 UTC
He'd never been comfortable with casual conversation. Getting-to-know-you small talk was not within his comfort zone. He sighs and rubs a hand over his face.

"Didn't catch your name."

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beyond_therest April 6 2006, 00:51:06 UTC
"Well, I never said it."

Exhale...away from the dog.

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ineedavicodin April 6 2006, 00:54:45 UTC
"Right."

He takes a sip of nhis shake, which is luke warm, and he makes a face and pushes it away.

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beyond_therest April 6 2006, 00:59:11 UTC
"Wendy."

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ineedavicodin April 6 2006, 01:04:07 UTC
"Greg."

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