House

[leloupnoir]

Akeem smiled politely at the mostly unclad hostess who led him to a table, and just as politely turned down her offer of special services. He was waiting for a friend, see. (One who, he had no doubt, would not turn down any of the specials.)

The club was half lit, and the table Akeem was at not very far from the runway. Girls were dancing on it, and on stage,and he really ought to have known better than to agree to Greg's choice of venue. Although it might put the other man at ease enough that he might open up, who knew. Greg certainly felt at home in such places.

He ordered a whisky and coke from the hostess, and hoped that it would not be long before Greg arrived. It wasn't that Akeem was uncomfortable in strip clubs, but they were a bit... well, boring, to be perfect honest.

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[drfeelbad]

House arrived ten minutes later, already holding a whiskey that he'd stopped at the bar for.

He sat down next to Akeem, leaning his cane against the table, and snorted, amused. "You look bored."

[leloupnoir]

"I rather was," Akeem answered honestly, but there was a genuine smile on his face as Greg joined him. "I've never been much of one for strip clubs," he reminded his friend, although there was no resentment there. It wasn't the first time his Greg took him to one, although by now there was no overwhelming grief pushing him to lose himself in alcoholic oblivion.

[drfeelbad]

"Well look at her," House said, nodding to the woman on stage - she was tall, leggy, and currently wearing barely nothing. While spinning on a pole to the sounds of "Sex and Candy". "She doesn't have your attention?"

[leloupnoir]

"She's very - attractive," Akeem stated, "but this has always been more your sort of hangout than mine. Even more so as I've grown older, I'm afraid."

[drfeelbad]

"Look at her legs though," House sighed, and knocked back most of the whiskey he was holding.

[leloupnoir]

"Oh, so it's her legs you're looking at," Akeem remarked with a chuckle. "You've changed, Greg."

[drfeelbad]

"Well her boobs are good too," House snorted. "But they're not what's wrapping around that pole."

[leloupnoir]

Akeem made an amused noise of agreement. "No, they are not." He took another sip of his drink, wanting to make it last. "So. Tell me more about your move here. What prompted it?"

[drfeelbad]

"Yeeeeeah not my favorite subject," House said. "Try something else and maybe we'll come back to that after I've had more than one drink."

[leloupnoir]

"Well, we could always go back to her breasts," Akeem remarked with a gesture at the dancer, lips curved into a small amused smile. Some things stayed the same.

[drfeelbad]

House waved at one of the (scantily-clad) wandering waitresses for another whiskey.

Then he turned back to Akeem and said, "You need a lapdance."

[leloupnoir]

"You want me to get a lap dance," Akeem corrected, amusement crinkling his eyes.

[drfeelbad]

"No," House corrected in turn, "I want to give you a lapdance." He blinked. "Get, I mean get. Purchase you a lapdance."

[leloupnoir]

Akeem was now outright laughing. "I had no idea you felt that way about me, Greg."

[drfeelbad]

House rolled his eyes. "I don't do lapdances."

[leloupnoir]

"And now you sound like you might need a lapdance," Akeem stated, without losing the edge of humour in his voice. "And you might actually benefit from one."

[drfeelbad]

"Now you're volunteering?" House said dryly.

[leloupnoir]

"Wouldn't you rather it came from Candi-with-an-i?" Akeem asked with raised eyebrows. "She's a much better dancer than I." And had a better cleavage by far.

[drfeelbad]

House glanced up at the woman getting off the stage now. Then he grinned at Akeem, and waved the girl over, his wallet open on the table.

She was pretty, and curvy, and was wearing both bra and panties, along with a short silk robe, open. "Hello there, Candi," House said when she smiled at him invitingly.

He pointed at Akeem. "My friend is a bit shy. I thought maybe you could help him out of his shell a little."

[leloupnoir]

Akeem held back his laughter when Greg called her Candi; he'd chosen a name at random, but it didn't surprise him at all that Greg wouldn't care, or that she wouldn't care being called by this random name.

Or maybe she really was called Candi.

He did roll his eyes at being called shy. "He's going to insist," he told the stripper with an apologetic smile. "I might as well go along with it."

[drfeelbad]

"Candi" didn't look like she cared what they called her, and so didn't offer an alternative. She looked at House's wallet and then down at Akeem, a little smirk lighting on her lips. "I promise I won't make it too unpleasant for you, honey," she said, and moved closer to him as she started to dance.

[leloupnoir]

Akeem dutifully angled his chair away from the table and slid his hands in his pockets, letting her do her thing. It wasn't that he was shy, or embarrassed, really, but strippers really didn't do much for him, beautiful though they could be. Out of politeness, he tried to keep the long-suffering expression from his face and to appear at least somewhat engaged in the dance.

[drfeelbad]

House watched this, amused, as the woman slid onto Akeem's lap, smiling and flirting and rubbing up against him. He hoped Akeem at least got a little turned on. He'd hate to waste the money. Though on the other hand, watching was pretty entertaining.

[leloupnoir]

It was impossible not to have a physiological response to the way she rubbed herself against him, so yes, Akeem was, by some definition, a little turned on. He was, however, not particularly enjoying the dance all the same. When it was done, Akeem politely thanked her, before turning his gaze on Greg. "And thank you, too." He managed not to sound sarcastic, although he was.

[drfeelbad]

House paid her with a generous tip, and she was on her way.

"You're welcome," he said to Akeem, as if he didn't notice the tone. He knocked back the rest of his second whiskey.