More drabbles - House/B7, Numb3rs/(B7)
Some silly transitional drabbles, for no one in particular, on the way to kerravonsen's.
Greg House goes into the bar...
One Night at the Transverse Bar
(Avon's Bad Night, Part Two)
by Mistral Amara
"...knowedge, experience, an occasional flash of inspiration. Diagnostics is the most demanding of the medical arts," argued House.
"Orac," said Avon, "has access to every medical database in existence and near light-speed multi-radial processing."
"Even if it knew which tests to do, a computer can't perform biopsies, smell the patient's breath, prepare slides."
"Any marginally competent med-tech can do them, under Orac's direction. Face it, you are obsolete."
"Yeah, well, can Orac do this?" House spun his cane, hooked Avon's stool, yanked. Avon crashed to the floor and passed out.
"Guess not." House drained his drink. "Barkeep, my friend's paying."
***
Larry and Charlie go into the bar...
One Night at the Transverse Bar
(Avon's Bad Night, Part Three)
by Mistral Amara
Two men relaxed at a table in the back.
"That Avon fellow has been knocked to the floor again," said Larry. "Perhaps we should assist him."
"Nah," said Charlie, sipping his beer. "I'm collecting data on the tendency of snarky anti-heroes to invite abuse. We mustn't interfere with the subject."
"Really?"
Charlie grinned. "No. But have you been listening? That guy's a jerk."
"Charles, this is completely out of character for you. What would the folks back home say?"
"It's our day off. Live a little."
Larry picked up his fedora and fiddled with it to hide his smile.
***
Hey, don't blame me, I told you they were silly.