WHO: Gregory House, Shannon Rutherford WHAT: Two misanthropes walk into a bar WHEN: Day 30, evening WHERE: The bar RATING: PG for now STATUS: Incomplete
Greg limped through the corridors of the resort caught between sheer irritation and interested anticipation. The irritation was due to his abduction here and the kayaking he'd been forced into this morning. Old memories of things he'd lost and enforced company of the most irritating kind was never going to put him in a good mood. But finding someone who disliked people as much as he did and was as unapologetic about as he was was defintely a good thing, especially when they liked a drink as well.
He finally arrived at a door with 'Bar' written on it and he pushed it open. A small satisfied smile grew on his face as he viewed the bar. It was perfect and there was a glass of scotch sitting on the bar with one of those stone golems behind it. He limped over and picked up the glass before eying the bar stools speculatively.
He was tempted but he knew that while getting up onto the stool wouldn't be a problem, it would do hideous things to his back which would subsequently affect his leg and he'd probably be unable to walk at all by the time he tried to get down. So instead he looked around and picked a comfortable chair in one corner. It was part of a small set of two chair and a table. He limped over and sat down, stretching out his legs and respting his cane against the table. He sipped at his scothc and waited for Shannon to arrive.