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[greghousesgf]

I Want To Ride It All Night Long

Chapter 4

In a barbecue joint, somewhere in Missouri, House and Wilson were sitting in a booth waiting for a combination plate. It was dark out that night but the lights in the barbecue place were intensely bright, giving an Edward Hopper feel to the atmosphere.

Both men had been very talkative when they first entered but House got quiet rather suddenly and Wilson couldn't help feeling that he was getting ready to say something significant, so he waited.

House took a big swig of his bottle of beer, sighed and said, "Wilson?"

"What?"

House reached out on the table and patted Wilson's bare forearm. "Nothing."

Comments

[srsly-yes.livejournal.com]

Ack! Nooooooooooooooooooo!

Edward Hopper feel to the atmosphere.
Mmm, nice touch. :-)

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

thanks, he's one of my favorite artists.

[melissaisdown.livejournal.com]

I'm enjoying this immensely and also the Cameron digression. Wish the should would have done something like this.

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

thank you. (I'm not having Wilson puking in my fic, he's suffered enough!)

[hughville.livejournal.com]

Oh! He almost did it! He almost told Wilson he loves him.

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

got thiiiiiiiiis close.

[damigella-314.livejournal.com]

You have them pitch-perfect, as usual. So few lines, so much emotion, and every word counts (it took me to the third reading to figure out what a combination plate is).

OT I needed google maps to figure out where Missouri is.

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

thank you sweetie!