Tonight, the goddess Aphrodite is playing the part of your friendly neighborhood bartender, and has dressed accordingly in jeans and a deep green t-shirt with a deep v-neck. Her hair (tonight, golden) is swept up into a messy but very fetching ponytail, a few tendrils fallen loose and framing her face ( Read more... )

The cinnamon rolls and other trays of Sunshine's delicious creations are safely in the oven, so Rae has taken the opportunity to catch some of the rays of the late February sunlight. The air at the Caribbean inlet is warm enough for her to feel all right taking off her coat and letting the sunlight shine down on her for a while, even though it's ( Read more... )

Tony Napolitano is too cool for the room ( Read more... )

House heads to his office and opens the door.  The office, from the outside, has glass walls.  It does not show what through the door shows.  He leans his head into the door, notes what he sees, leans back and looks through the glass, notes what he sees, before popping a few more pills and limping through the door ( Read more... )

(OOM: Sunshine tags along when Thirteen is called in to work. She meets one Dr. Gregory House, and opinions are formed.

They are entirely mutual.)

As it turns out, Vinnie wasn't responsible for the bar in my house - that was just some strange happenstance of the space-time continuum. He did try to steal my biology paper though, but, as it turns out, he learned his lesson and ended up writing the paper himself. Sometimes those life lessons do get through."And sometimes I end up walking into ( Read more... )

Elaine has come downstairs for her shift, looking a little...mortified.

She has appeared in the bar with scarlet hair.

And...outlandish clothes!

Oh, dear.

But now, she's quite recovered, and thanks to a good shampoo and a lot of perseverance, she's been able to get the red out of her hair ( Read more... )

Well, he's back.

As in: there is a Wilson at the bar with a cup of coffee and a book entitled The Art of Alfred Hitchcock. This is an activity wholly interruptable.

Here's a face hasn't ben seen in the bar proper for a while. He's been keeping to himself. Recovering from the mental trauma of being shot. And grappling with the reality that he just might be dead on the other side of the bar door, which for the record, he can't see anymore.

Be careful what you eish for, you just might get it, he thought. He'd ( Read more... )

"Which one of you is Dr House?"

"Which one of you is Dr House?"

"Which one of you is Dr House?"Dr House would be the one laying on the floor, in twin pools of his own blood ( Read more... )