Astarion

[drfeelbad]

Surprisingly there were not many pubs in London that played American football on the televisions. Even then, it was usually like one television out of half a dozen above the bar. As a result, House had not only a regular pub that he went to this time of year but also a regular seat.

"Hey Greg," said the bartender as House slid onto a stool at the end of the bar and leaned his cane against it. He went ahead and poured a double of Jack Daniels on the rocks and pushed it to him without House having to ask. "Who's playing tonight?" he asked, as if he cared. But House appreciated the effort.

"Ohio State versus Rutgers," said House then added gleefully, "I'm just here to watch Ohio State get their asses kicked." He'd gone to Michigan.

"Hey can I also get a basket of chips?" he asked, and the bartender nodded and walked away.

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[sadistic_vampire_spawn]

Astarion had heard rumors about the doctor who tended to work outside the system, and he'd heard enough that the man seemed worth seeking out just to see what he was like. To see if maybe he'd be willing to help.

It didn't take much to narrow down his hangouts, and it was no coincidence that the spawn wandered into the same bar not long after the man had finished his first drink.

Taking a seat one away from the doctor, Astarion ordered a gin before turning his attention to the screen.

"I don't understand this sport, do you? They're always stopping then starting again."