Don't Let The Turkeys Get You Down
Jul. 23rd, 2007 07:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doctordoogiehowsermdThanksgiving at the Howser place is not fun - my grandparents are there and they don't like my father, so there's arguements and fighting. I can't deal with this anymore, between family and Vinnie... I'm going to work.
Or... maybe not.
Or... maybe not.
bartending
Jul. 17th, 2007 08:09 pmwizard_dresden"Bob, I'm a little concerned about something."
"What's that boss?"
"I've gotten word that there's something going on here this weekend."
"Here in the bar?"
"Okay, I should've said 'back home in Chicago', but you know what I mean."
"Nope. Sorry, no clue. The last time you let me out Mouse was still on the puppy food."
I roll my eyes at the skull. "Now come on, you know that's not true." It's been a while, but not that long.
"Fine fine," Bob sighs. "What's going on this weekend?"
"That's just it." I shrug. "I don't know. The rumor is a whole hoarde of crazy fan-people are going to be in town."
"Harry, there are already hoardes of crazy fan-people in Chicago."
Another glare at the skull - I'm getting well-practiced at them. "I know, but this group is congregating in a single location for three days. Kind of like SplatterCon!!!..." Yes, the exclamation points are necessary. "...but not for horror films."
"Then what for?"
All of this stuff goes over Bob's head sometimes, I think. "See, that's what I don't know. It could be a crowd of cheese fans or pet rock enthusiats. How are we to know."
Bob rolls his orange eyelights. "Harry, please. Pet rock enthusiasts have better things to do with their time."
"Yes, all those tricks you can teach a rock." I rub a hand over the back of my neck. "Really, Bob, is this something I should be concerned about?"
"I don't think so. But if you give me, say, a seventy-two hour leave, I could go check it out for you?"
I frown at the skull. "Nice try, Bob."
I'll figure something out. In the meantime:
Specials
Chicago Fizz
Chicago Cocktail
"What'll ya have?"
"What's that boss?"
"I've gotten word that there's something going on here this weekend."
"Here in the bar?"
"Okay, I should've said 'back home in Chicago', but you know what I mean."
"Nope. Sorry, no clue. The last time you let me out Mouse was still on the puppy food."
I roll my eyes at the skull. "Now come on, you know that's not true." It's been a while, but not that long.
"Fine fine," Bob sighs. "What's going on this weekend?"
"That's just it." I shrug. "I don't know. The rumor is a whole hoarde of crazy fan-people are going to be in town."
"Harry, there are already hoardes of crazy fan-people in Chicago."
Another glare at the skull - I'm getting well-practiced at them. "I know, but this group is congregating in a single location for three days. Kind of like SplatterCon!!!..." Yes, the exclamation points are necessary. "...but not for horror films."
"Then what for?"
All of this stuff goes over Bob's head sometimes, I think. "See, that's what I don't know. It could be a crowd of cheese fans or pet rock enthusiats. How are we to know."
Bob rolls his orange eyelights. "Harry, please. Pet rock enthusiasts have better things to do with their time."
"Yes, all those tricks you can teach a rock." I rub a hand over the back of my neck. "Really, Bob, is this something I should be concerned about?"
"I don't think so. But if you give me, say, a seventy-two hour leave, I could go check it out for you?"
I frown at the skull. "Nice try, Bob."
I'll figure something out. In the meantime:
Chicago Cocktail
"What'll ya have?"
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Jun. 11th, 2007 03:47 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
ineedavicodin.livejournal.comHe'd been blissfully ignoring the date, refusing to acknowledge it at all. As far as he was concerned, it was just another day.
He went to the bar to get a sandwich, nothing special. Except along side the dinner platter, a cake appeared, with numeral candles displaying 48, and the words Happy Birthday Greg written out in blue icing. He growled at the cake, and picked up the sandwich. He couldn't carry two plates, after all, right? He needed his right hand for his cane.
He sat down in his usual booth, with Triumph at his feet. Once settled, he groaned at the sudden appearance of his birthday cake on the table beside him.
He went to the bar to get a sandwich, nothing special. Except along side the dinner platter, a cake appeared, with numeral candles displaying 48, and the words Happy Birthday Greg written out in blue icing. He growled at the cake, and picked up the sandwich. He couldn't carry two plates, after all, right? He needed his right hand for his cane.
He sat down in his usual booth, with Triumph at his feet. Once settled, he groaned at the sudden appearance of his birthday cake on the table beside him.
Nautilus for Naught
Apr. 11th, 2007 08:18 pmdoctordoogiehowsermdMy girlfriend's become a health nut, my patient is a model who might have an eating disorder and my muscles hurt like I've been hit by a bus. Not to mention, my boss wants me to participate in a charity bachelor auction. I'm gonna curl up under the covers...
"Just as soon as I'm not in the bar anymore?"
Doogie sighs and slouches into a chair with a Coke.
"Just as soon as I'm not in the bar anymore?"
Doogie sighs and slouches into a chair with a Coke.
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Apr. 6th, 2007 07:23 pmineedavicodin.livejournal.comGrumpy doctor in a booth. There's a dog at his feet and a milkshake on the table in front of him. A pizza missing one slice has been pushed to the side, and he's reading a book. <i>Teach Yourself Russian</i>.
He's still facing trial if he walks out the door. And the door is there. Taunting him. Of course, he needs someone to take care of his dog while he's gone.
He's still facing trial if he walks out the door. And the door is there. Taunting him. Of course, he needs someone to take care of his dog while he's gone.
bartending
Mar. 27th, 2007 07:43 pmwizard_dresden[ Harry is sleeeeepy. He's behind the bar, head resting on his arms on top of the bar. He's not asleep, just resting.
Bob's skull is on the bar and Bob's awake. He might even be whistling a jaunty tune or two.
Feel free to poke the wizard for a drink. ]
Bob's skull is on the bar and Bob's awake. He might even be whistling a jaunty tune or two.
Feel free to poke the wizard for a drink. ]
Bartending -
Mar. 13th, 2007 07:21 pmwizard_dresdenI am here, behind the bar, serving up drinks.
"In honor of Mac. And no, you can't have it cold. Mac would kill me, or, grumble really menacingly at me, anyway."
Bob snorts from his perch on the shelf behind me.
Lake Party Shore Post
Feb. 10th, 2007 09:05 amthe-woodpecker.livejournal.comIt's early afternoon.
Somehow, somewhere, some magical person has effected a change.
The sun is not warm; it's hot.
The lake is not frozen; it's the temperature of water which has been warming under the sun for a summer.
The grass is green.
In the expanse of lawn between the bar and the water, there is a smallish bar set up; patrons can help themselves, or bartenders can suck up by manning it. Adjacent to that bar are tables, laden with food: hamburgers, hot dogs, bratwurst, chicken, spicy black bean burgers, potato salad, corn on the cob...
You get the picture.
So come on out. The sun won't stay like this forever.
Somehow, somewhere, some magical person has effected a change.
The sun is not warm; it's hot.
The lake is not frozen; it's the temperature of water which has been warming under the sun for a summer.
The grass is green.
In the expanse of lawn between the bar and the water, there is a smallish bar set up; patrons can help themselves, or bartenders can suck up by manning it. Adjacent to that bar are tables, laden with food: hamburgers, hot dogs, bratwurst, chicken, spicy black bean burgers, potato salad, corn on the cob...
You get the picture.
So come on out. The sun won't stay like this forever.
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Jan. 8th, 2007 08:11 pmdoctordoogiehowsermdDoogie decided not to go home this time. He has a few dollars, so he stayed in one of the rooms upstairs. He's in his top-hat-skeletons shirt again and he still hasn't tied his shoes.
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Dec. 13th, 2006 08:19 pmnot-british.livejournal.comChase is in the bar tonight. There's a cup of hot coffee in his hands; occasionally he takes a sip. There's a red welt--a bruise, actually--on the left side of his face, and he looks like he hasn't really been getting much sleep, but overall, he's in a pleasant mood.
Oh, and he's sitting at a table where there's mistletoe hanging above. He doesn't think much of it though even though he knows quite well what it symbolizes.
This is your chance, if you wish, to kiss a pretty Aussie.
Oh, and he's sitting at a table where there's mistletoe hanging above. He doesn't think much of it though even though he knows quite well what it symbolizes.
This is your chance, if you wish, to kiss a pretty Aussie.
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Dec. 3rd, 2006 03:00 pmineedavicodin.livejournal.comHe has the bottle of pills Doogie wroe for him in his pocket.
In his hand he has a note from the bar. A note that says due to his recent presciption refill, he's not getting any more pills until January, when the prescription should run out.
He balls the paper up, his fingers curling in to a tight fist.
He should have expected this.
Next time he'll have to get Doogie to fill the prescription outside the bar, and bring it back to him. But even Doogie said he wouldn't refill the script for a month.
With a grunt of frustration, he jerks the pill bottle out of his pocket and pours one int his hand. He's still got plenty, really. Not enough to get him through the month, but enough to get through a couple weeks. He'll worry about running out later.
Right now, he needs a pill.
Approach with caution, he's irritable.
In his hand he has a note from the bar. A note that says due to his recent presciption refill, he's not getting any more pills until January, when the prescription should run out.
He balls the paper up, his fingers curling in to a tight fist.
He should have expected this.
Next time he'll have to get Doogie to fill the prescription outside the bar, and bring it back to him. But even Doogie said he wouldn't refill the script for a month.
With a grunt of frustration, he jerks the pill bottle out of his pocket and pours one int his hand. He's still got plenty, really. Not enough to get him through the month, but enough to get through a couple weeks. He'll worry about running out later.
Right now, he needs a pill.
Approach with caution, he's irritable.
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Nov. 7th, 2006 10:05 pmineedavicodin.livejournal.com"Maybe some of these have someone else's name," Tritter shook the bag, pills rattling, echoing in his mind. "Or a forged perscription. But yu wouldn't do that," Tritter leaned in just the slighest bit. Scent of his nicotine surpessing gum flaring House's nostrils. "Right?"
House stood his ground. No reaction. Blank. Until Tritter was gone, and the pills with him.
The apartment was already trashed. Nothing left to salvage. Nothing left to save.
Doorway, in the closet. Taking him away from it all.
House is back, cane in hand.
The door shuts behind him and disappears from sight on the other side.
House stood his ground. No reaction. Blank. Until Tritter was gone, and the pills with him.
The apartment was already trashed. Nothing left to salvage. Nothing left to save.
Doorway, in the closet. Taking him away from it all.
House is back, cane in hand.
The door shuts behind him and disappears from sight on the other side.
