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Caritas: Open 12/27

The music is hopping as Lorne opens the doors to Caritas

Apparently the new air freshener has given the Zombie band some extra pep.

[OOC: Going AFK until 10:00 EST. Feel free to drop by before or after.]

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"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.

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