Apr 11, 2008 10:03
Who: House and [OPEN]
What: They're sharing a drink they call 'loneliness', but it's better than drinking alone Mike's Hard Lemonade
When/Where: Late evening, the "bar" on base
Along with an armory and one ambiguously gendered cafeteria worker, there was one thing that all army bases seemed to be equipped with: a fully stocked bar. (Which was fortunate, because House had always believed that alcohol and firearms worked well together.) This particular bar was little more than a series of cloistered rooms off the Mess, stuffed with mismatched tables and chairs and other brik-a-brak. 'Like a Bennigan's restaurant threw up. A stuffed dingo guarded the door and inspired the place's quirky (but overall unimaginative) name: The Outback.
House had shoved himself into his preferred booth, a ballcap over his eyes and a drink perspiring on the table in front of him. A magazine of indeterminate title and taste (giveaways: 'BRITNEY'S BINGE EATING BONANZA!' and 'RYAN SEACREST SINGS! (AND WE ASK HIM TO SHUT UP)') helped him offset the fact that the jukebox played nothing but Men Without Hats.
He needed a case. Soon.
gregory house,
rose tyler,
hawkeye,
public log