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[ineedavicodin]

He has the bottle of pills Doogie wroe for him in his pocket

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[burnedmymuffins]

Okay. So-She's knew. And if there's such a thing as House in her world then she probably hasn't seen it. Not like Juliet would bother with introductions anyway if someone seemed to be in a bad mood-

Introduction aside, there's a tall and leggy blond at the bar, "Bar? can I have a glass of ice water?"

c'mon, I mean-it's house, right?

[ineedavicodin]

"Save the water for the fish. Drink whiskey. It'll put hair on your chest." He turns on his stool to look at her. Blonde. Leggy. Pretty. He gives an appreciative nod.

[burnedmymuffins]

Juliet stops short, "...What?"

It's...9 in the morning. She twists around to face him, "...I'm sorry?"

Ah, politeness.

[ineedavicodin]

House is rarely accused of being polite.

"Whiskey. You should drink whiskey."

[not_special_1]

Irritable doesn't bother Dawn.

"Hey, Dr. Greg." She bounces over and orders a Diet Coke and a slice of pizza or two. Maybe she'll share.

[ineedavicodin]

Itr's the girl who looks like one of his patients. The one who had the cooler sister. He grins and sips his coak, whistling air through the straw.

"Haven't seen you around for a while, Twilight."

[not_special_1]

She hands him a plate - it contains a slice of cheese-covered pizza.

"I've been in and out of the main area. Haven't had a desire to slip back home recently. Stuff's been so weird there. Evil priests and whatnot."

[ineedavicodin]

He nods. "Thanks."

The pizza is hot. Cheese oozes off when he picks it up.

"Sucks. I've got an evil cop harassing me back home."