((248: A fast food restaurant. The exact details of the brand are missing, but it sells fairly standard fare: hamburgers, french fries, chicken nuggets, soda... Sadly, it seems like they don't have milkshakes or ice cream, but sometimes they have coffee!))
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[The restaurant is as dark as every other building Claire has ended up in since arriving in Norfinbury, but there's something warm about it - maybe the smells, faint but definitely there. The smell of greasy food, and the even fainter aroma of coffee.
She sighs, something like delight in the noise, and starts making her way through the restaurant. If she finds real coffee and it's not just a cruel Norfinbury trick...
She walks around for a while, just observing, taking in the place. It looks like a McDonalds, something reassuring in the standard plastic chairs and Formica tables. Still on a hunt for coffee, Claire looks around the kitchen. From here, she can't see the front door, but if House makes it here like he said he would, she's sure she'll hear him.
She sighs again, this time a little less content. This - this whole idea, of meeting up with House - feels like it could go so badly, but she's committed, now, and she'll see it through.
Who knows, maybe he'll even be nice.]
Ah-ah! Score!
[She's quick to pull out two mugs when she finds the coffee, smelling the pot for a moment with her eyes closed, a happy smile on her face.]
[For House]
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[The restaurant is as dark as every other building Claire has ended up in since arriving in Norfinbury, but there's something warm about it - maybe the smells, faint but definitely there. The smell of greasy food, and the even fainter aroma of coffee.
She sighs, something like delight in the noise, and starts making her way through the restaurant. If she finds real coffee and it's not just a cruel Norfinbury trick...
She walks around for a while, just observing, taking in the place. It looks like a McDonalds, something reassuring in the standard plastic chairs and Formica tables. Still on a hunt for coffee, Claire looks around the kitchen. From here, she can't see the front door, but if House makes it here like he said he would, she's sure she'll hear him.
She sighs again, this time a little less content. This - this whole idea, of meeting up with House - feels like it could go so badly, but she's committed, now, and she'll see it through.
Who knows, maybe he'll even be nice.]
Ah-ah! Score!
[She's quick to pull out two mugs when she finds the coffee, smelling the pot for a moment with her eyes closed, a happy smile on her face.]