Entrance Post

[not-british.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In which Dr Robert Chase attempts to burn the midnight oil]

He tugged the door open, head down, eyes to the floor.

Something wasn't right. He pulled his head up, looking around.

He knew his boss liked to drink, but since when did he turn his office into a full service bar? When did he have time?

Chase blinked, trying to clear his mind.

He was hallucinating, that's all.

Riiiiight.

Come, you know you want to break in the newbie. At the very least, laugh at his perplexed expression. Mock his confusion, or ihs accent.

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[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Good to know." Chase yawns. It had been a long day. And maybe seeing a familiar face, even if it was House...He shakes his head. "You said there were rooms upstairs?"

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Ask the bar for a key, and she'll provide you with somewhere to sleep. For a reasonable price, which then goes on your tab."

[not-british.livejournal.com]

He'd seen the other man ask for the drinks, which appeared on their own. So he tries it, asking for a key, which prompty appears.

"That's...wild."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Is it? I suppose so."

He smiles.

"The number's written on the key, and the rooms are up those stairs--"

He points in the correct direction.

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." Chase nods.

The man reminds him of what a father should be like. Sort of.

"It was...a pleasure mneeting you."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Indeed. We'll meet again, I hope."

He smiles, looking, yes, rather fatherly.

"But I think you need to sleep."

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"I...yes." Chase nods.

"I would like to meet you again. You've been very...Helpful."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"I've no doubt you will."

He makes a shooing gesture.

"Go on, then. You look dead on your feet."

[not-british.livejournal.com]

"Thanks again," Chase tips ihs head. "And good night, sir."