fandomtownies | Caritas: Open 12/27

Drink!

He'd spent the better part of the day sitting on the bench in the park. As darkness fell across the town, he motivated himself t get up, not to go home. Oh no. He wasn't going home. Maybe he'd never go back to that dingy little apartment. Maybe he'd just keep walking and never look back.

He could feel the beat of the music from Caritas, and a good, stiff drink would definitely warm him up after a day in the cold. He hated that he had the crutches, but there was no way he was going to walk on his leg without assistance.

So he lumbers into the club and takes a seat at the bar, crutches neatly stowed underneath the bar. "Manhattan," he mumbles at the bartender. He just wants to get as drunk as he can, as fast as he can.

Lorne mixes up the drink and serves it with his usual aplomb.

"Doc! Baby! Back again so soon? Was it my singing voice or the lure of my fabulous drinks that lured you here?"

Lorne takes a sip of his sea breeze and smiles. "Or is it your secret desire to sing Britney Spears songs when no one else is here?"

"D, all of the above." House answers, taking the drink and sipping it greedily. Then frowns. "Maybe not Britney Spears." he shivers. "Okay. Maybe just that one."

Lorne laughs heartily and waves his hand.

"Aw Doc... you kill me! Hell! I kill me! Bwah!"

Lorne takes another sip of his seabreeze.

"Well as your priest/rabbi/analyst/bartender, I'll give you the choice of your testimonial. Either get really drunk and I'll agree with everything you say. Get up on the stage and sing me a song and I can give you some insight into your problem. Or you can just give me a big tip and I'll leave you alone."

[OOC: Going AFK until after 10:00. I'll be happy to pick this up then.]

"Planning on getting really drunk." House runs a finger across the top of his glass. He flapped his hand to make it stop and his eyes drifted toward the stage. "You got a stool? Not sure I can stand. 'Specially if I'm drunk."

[OOC: Sounds good! I'll be here.]

Lorne poured House another drink and signaled Tino to put a stool up on stage.

"The band is ready when you are Doc."

[OOC: feel free to e-mail me how you want Lorne to read your aura]

House finishes off his first drink and tosses the second one back, drinks it straight down then lets the glass clang on the bar. His eyes are bright, and he starts to slide off the seat, hands groping for the crutches under the bar.

And heads to the bar with a walk that is lass than graceful (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/489145.html?thread=19323577#t19323577).

"Well... I can see why you are such a fan of Johnny Cash," Lorne says as he pours House another drink.

"You've got a world of heartbreak on your shoulders, Doc. The only thing I could tell you is that the break will do you good down the road. Love can heal some wounds, but it can also make things worse. Take stock in that Doc. You've got bigger things coming to you in life now. You just need to look for it. People can recover from both emotional and physical setbacks. Wilson will. You will."

Then Lorne leans and says softly. "Even your mother will if she takes her time."

He drinks quite generously before he answers. Partly because he's digesting it.

He nods slowly as he puts the drink down, his fingers curled around the glass.

"So, I should look for the silver lining, huh?" he asks, looking for a moment innocent and hopeful.

His other hand caresses the edge of the bar. Then he straightens and downs a bit more of the drink.

"If that cliche is what works for you? I'm all for it Doc. Me? I prefer to walk on the sunny side of the street and letting a smile be my umbrella."

Lorne refills House's drink.

"This one's for free, Doc. Only cost is that you let me call a rickshaw cab for you when you go home."

"I trashed the apartment." House admitted, with a giddy sort of laugh becaues, yeah. Drunk. He hand't been drinking much lately, so it hit him pretty hard. He felt the warm buzz clousing his reason. And his sanity.

"Can't go back there."

"How bad is the place trashed? I can send my boy Tino over and do some light housecleaning? Or I can get you a room at the hotel, but I get a bad vibe from that place."

"Not going near that hotel either." His words were starting to slur, and he couldn't quite remember why he didn't wan tto go to the hotel, he justknew that wasn't an option. Oh right. He'd been there with Wilson.

He swayed a little. Could have fallen off the chair, but caught himself. And laughed.

"How about the NPC Suites? They have a lovely brunch."

House nodded. "Sure. Long as it's not Crowley's place."

He finished the drink and tapped the glass on the bar.

"Think you could...get me a refill while we wait for that cab?"

Lorne signals Tino over and gives him instructions to call a cab and to make reservations for House at the local NPC Suites.

He then mixes and pours another drink for House.

"Here you go Doc. A drink for you and a cab ride on the way."

"Thanks." House tipped the glass toward him, and had just enough coordination to keep from spilling it. He nursed this one a little slower, since he was waiting on the cab.

Getting out there would be fun. A drunk on crutches with both his legs hurting. Or not hurting, as it were. Ah, alcohol, didn't just numb the mind.

When the cab arrived, House paid his tab, shouldered into his coat, and made his way to the car.

Michael walks in with Ben, their son Hunter, and Hunter's fiancee Mara. They take seats at the bar, chit-chatting back and forth, with Hunter and Ben on either side of Michael to prevent him deciding he needs to sing.

((ooc: Yes, please, come talk to them!))

"Well! Well! The family is all here! Plus one!" Lorne says sliding by the table.

"Tino! Get this wonderful group of people something to drink!"

Michael smiles back with a nod. "Evening, Lorne."

"Evening my friend! How goes business at the mighty emporium?"

"Pretty quiet since the school shut down for break. I'm sure you know the feeling." Michael gestured to the two younger people in his entourage. "You might remember Hunter, and this is his fiancee Mara."

The lovely brunette waved her hand, trying not to stare at the very green person.

"Ah greetings my dear! So lovely to meet you!" Lorne exclaims as he gently takes Mara's hand and kisses it gently.

"Good to see you again Hunter! I see you've landed a lovely lady who is far too good for you."

Lorne turns and screams at the bar. "Tino! Get those drinks over here damn it!"

Mara looks from the man kissing her hand to Hunter, then Michael and Ben, one eyebrow raised toward her hairline. "Nice to meet you too," she finally stutters out when she finds her voice. When the drinks come, she takes hers and empties half of it in one long sip.

Lorne gives Mara a friendly smile, 'cuz hey! He's a friendly guy.

"Now I don't suppose I could encourage one of you guys to get on stage and sing for me?"

((ooc: sorry, computer went completely wonky, just got it to work again. :( *offers small prayers to any gods that it will keep working*))

Snark!

Sing!

He's a bit tipsy, and nearly forgets about the crutches, but grabs for them as his left foot hits the floor to stand. Pain lances through his right thigh and his left hip just the same, and he makes his way to the stage with a grunt.

He sets the crutches down and ambles himself onto the stool. And starts to sing.

Just around the corner there's heartache
Down the street that losers use
If you can wade in through the teardrops
You'll find me at the Home of the Blues

I walk and cry while my heartbeat
Keeps time with the drag of my shoes
The sun never shines through this window of mine
It's dark at the Home of the Blues

Oh, but the place is filled with the sweetest mem'ries
Mem'ries so sweet that I cry
Dreams that I've had left me feeling so bad
I just want to give up and lay down and die

So if you've just lost your sweetheart
And it seems there's no good way to choose
Come along with me, misery loves company
You're welcome at the Home of the Blues

Just around the corner there's heartache
Down the street that losers use
If you can wade in through the teardrops
You'll find me at the Home of the Blues

Yeah, you're gonna find me at the Home of the Blues

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