All Alone - Foreman's Homeverse, a Bar

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Foreman sighed as he looked around, unable to believe he'd actually drug himself down here for a drink alone. How sad was that? And unusual, too, but with House and Chase gone it didn't seem like he'd be back seriously working much either. He wasn't House, he couldn't take care of the department and be the genius House, however mentally unstable, undoubtedly was.

He sighed and ordered another beer, his doctor's coat slung across the back of his bar chair as the music banged at his migraine and the lights played with his buzzed mind.

But at least he was a little loosened up, and still stable, more or less. He could get away with driving, at the least.

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Letitia strode in, grinning as a couple of her friends called her name, but not pausing in her path to the bar. She noticed the white lab coat and quirked an eyebrow, wondering what a guy like that was doing in a place like Hal's. Curious, she took the stool next to his and studied him for a moment as the tender shoved a bottle of beer her way.

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"Doctor Eric Foreman?" She sipped her beer from the bottle, eyes on his face as she leaned back against the bar.