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[ineedavicodin]

Grumpy doctor in a booth. There's a dog at his feet and a milkshake on the table in front of him. A pizza missing one slice has been pushed to the side, and he's reading a book. Teach Yourself RussianHe's still facing trial if he walks out the door. And the door is there. Taunting him. Of course, he needs someone to take care of his dog while he's

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[oh_wowee]

And there's a slightly grumpy Rock God off to one side. And the LACK of a door is what's taunting him currently.

"Nice dog." He mutters, looking ever-so-much like a man going through withdrawls. Nothing hard, just caffeine, beer, hallucinogens, uppers.

[ineedavicodin]

Triumph raises her head. Greg looks down at her.

"Trained. Attack dog." He shrugs. "You look like crap. Need a fix?"

[oh_wowee]

"Brutal." He said to the first, then shook his head. "Nah, not really, but tries telling dat to my bodies." He sighed. "It's Bar's ideas to gets me sober, is gettings real hard, though."

He offered his hand for shaking, "Toki Wartooth."

[ineedavicodin]

"Greg House. And Triumph." Triumph made a sound at her name. Greg shook Toki's hand. "Know the feeling. Bar's a tough lady."