Sara isn't entirely displeased when her apartment turns into the bar this evening. She sets a vase of Shasta daisies down in one booth and requests coffee from a waitrat.

While waiting for her drink, she gingerly plucks a small white card from one of the blossoms.

"From your secret admirer." Her lips quirk. "Original."

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It's been a few days since Jack and Kim argued and she asked him to leave.  The time hasn't made the hurt or anger any easier to deal with, though, and so Jack's in the bar doing what he's been doing for the last few days: sitting at the bar and drinking.  He's not drunk yet, not by a long shot.  He'd like to be later, though.

He knows he should ( Read more... )

For a man as reserved as Severus Snape, being trapped upon death in a place that is largely for social frovioloties is something akin to being trapped on the seventh level of hell having Lucifer himself do terrible things to his extremeties, possibly while telling him about all the sex Lily Evens had with her husband and how she never, ever thought ( Read more... )

Jack's gone out to his usual spot by the lake tonight. He really--really--wants a drink, but he's not sure he could stop at just one, and while thinking of himself definitely wouldn't stop him, thinking of Kim does. He'd as much as admitted to Dr. Loceff that earlier that day; that he'd do things for his daughter that he wouldn't do for his own ( Read more... )

Today was like any other day in the crime lab. Cases left and right per the usual but this one? This one took the cake. Urban legend believers eat your heart out ( Read more... )

[ OOM: Sara had a bad day.]

"Do your other patients a favor and have the cafeteria closed for presence of hazardous materials," Sara says over her shoulder. Laughter follows her into the bar.

She sighs, finding a nearby booth and taking a seat, moving awkwardly around the cast on her left arm.

 Jack comes down to the bar from his room and immediately notices something different.

He can see the door.

He thought he'd be glad to see it, but at the sight of the door, all he feels is a knot start to form in his stomach.  Slowly, he walks over to the door, reaches out with a shaking hand--and stops.  For a minute, he stands there, telling ( Read more... )

A man walks in, slowly, looking lost.  The difference with this patron, as opposed to any other new arrival, is that he looked that way before he opened the door, before he even saw the bar.

This isn't the place Jack had been expecting to see.  Not that it really matters, as he doesn't really have anywhere to go.  He'd just been thinking about ( Read more... )

New York changes, yet never really seems to at the same time.

The Building has long since been renovated, but is unmistakable.

"No, Hendrix, I'm not going to your scene and doing your work for you. How the hell'd you get to be a Level Two anyway?" Sara clicks her phone shut with a satisfied grin, returning her attention to a physics journal.