Brocklehurst had already arrived at the Coliseum but only minutes earlier. He recalled House mentioning he might be late, and had trusted the man to keep his word. All of his behavioral presumptions were deduced from a simple conversation on the nature of dreams. If only Nicholas had told the doctor a supposed human incarnation of the very nature of dreams resided in the City, but proving reality with letters was good enough. He rather enjoyed that minor victory, but Brocklehurst also recognized an asset when he saw one.
For that very reason (other than his being good company of course), Nicholas had invited Christopher along, his partner in crime so to speak. The three of them were the beginnings of a classic joke; so a doctor, a lawyer, and a politician walk into a bar...
"Long face, grizzled sort, on a cane I believe," he explained to the brunette while nursing his beer. Alcohol light enough for a workday evening, and casual enough for conversation at a pub.
Christopher needed a drink for an entirely different reason. "How hard is it to realize that part of 'plea bargain' means you talk when the judges ask for the 'plea'?" He hadn't practiced law in over a decade and he could still remember that.
"Honestly. Idiots." He took a drink of his beer; Rogue, he was surprised he could find it in the City. He hadn't had one since he had been in Portland last.
This was the place alright. Greg saw himself in, a bar that looked like a bar, smelled like a bar. As if to taunt him, he recognized each and ever letter on the labels of brightly colored bottles within the bartender's reach. A drink would be good. And a sit.
Finding Brocklehurst wasn't too difficult. "What's on the menu?"
"You're setting a precedent by being the first official firm in the city, Christopher," said the Englishman with an easy smile, "does it even have a name yet?" He gave the younger man a light nudge before sipping his Heineken. "There he is," said Nicholas over the rim of the green glass.
"Dr. House, a pleasure to finally meet," he greeted the man by offering a palm for a shake, "allow me to introduce Christopher Styles." Brocklehurst gestured to him.
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For that very reason (other than his being good company of course), Nicholas had invited Christopher along, his partner in crime so to speak. The three of them were the beginnings of a classic joke; so a doctor, a lawyer, and a politician walk into a bar...
"Long face, grizzled sort, on a cane I believe," he explained to the brunette while nursing his beer. Alcohol light enough for a workday evening, and casual enough for conversation at a pub.
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"Honestly. Idiots." He took a drink of his beer; Rogue, he was surprised he could find it in the City. He hadn't had one since he had been in Portland last.
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Finding Brocklehurst wasn't too difficult. "What's on the menu?"
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"Dr. House, a pleasure to finally meet," he greeted the man by offering a palm for a shake, "allow me to introduce Christopher Styles." Brocklehurst gestured to him.
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