There is a Danny in the bar, sitting at a table by himself - he's got no idea where Matt is, but he assumes if Matt needs him, he'll find him. Matt's good at that ( Read more... )

"All I'm asking is whether I'm going to get my phone back at any point in the near future," Danny says as they walk out of the diner, glancing over his shoulder at Matt. "Something might... Cal might call me. What if something happens at the studio ( Read more... )

OOM: In which Matt decides Ithaca was a terrible idea, and Danny may be coming on too strong.

OOM: Matt Makes an Executive Decision; or, Don't Worry, the Tibetans Will Save Us!

Thanks to Kaylee, Wash has a pretty huge box in his bunk that's full of nothing but captures of Naomi, aged three months to six months. He'd finished going through all of them within two weeks after he got back, but there are a couple in there that're always worth watching again ( Read more... )

Matt is an energetic pacer. He always has been. Pacing is a very absorbing and vital activity for his creative process, not to mention his avoiding process. It's good in many ways besides giving him a reason not to think about Harriet. It burns calories, it keeps him awake, it gives him an excuse go bother Danny, it burns calories ( Read more... )

It pays, it really does pay, to get to the hospital a few hours before rounds and go through the cases. Not only does that give you time to look up details that have become fuzzy, but you know which patients are getting the cool surgeries, and it is so much easier to gun for those ( Read more... )

Johnny comes down the stairs, a large coat wrapped around himself, and heads straight over to the bar.

"This is not funny" he growls at her, opening the coat slightly to reveal a highly stylish empathy belly strapped onto his front. "Get it off me before someone sees it."

Nothing happens.

"Please? With this place someone might think it's real. ( Read more... )

When you're an up-and-coming young playwright with as much confidence in your skillz as Jack Driscoll, you know you're the bomb-diggity. That does not prevent you from seeing plays from other young, up-and-coming playwrights, and it is from one such performance that Mr. Driscoll enters the bar with a very lovely blonde on his arm ( Read more... )

OOM: No, we're going to settle this the right way. The way two men would settle this sort of thing back in the old days of chivalry.All Matt wanted was a nice couple of rounds of racquetball to get that weird New Year's experience off his mind. He's got the grungy sweatshirt, the natty basketball shorts, the lucky shoes, even his own racquet. Even ( Read more... )