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.

Comments

[leloupnoir]

"That rather depends. Do you want to rip the bandaid off all the way," with a pointed look at Greg's bad leg, "or have we had enough serious conversation for one night?"

[drfeelbad]

House had a feeling that Akeem wouldn't be satisfied until he'd heard the whole story, so House told in as few words as possible. "Blood clot. Misdiagnosed. Dead muscle. And now I survive on Vicodin and bitterness."

[leloupnoir]

Akeem knew better than to express sympathy to Greg, who had never been that sort, even before all of this. "Don't forget alcohol and prostitutes," he added; deadpan humour was a perfect thing to fall back on.

[drfeelbad]

A smile quirked at House's lips. "Sure, though I try not to do all four at the same time except on special occasions."

[leloupnoir]

"Birthdays and weddings?" Akeem offered.

[drfeelbad]

"Sometime like that," House snorted.

[leloupnoir]

Akeem allowed himself a smile, then ducked his head, wondering whether to ask. He might as well get it all out of the way now. "What happened with Stacy? Or do you require more alcohol yet for that conversation?"

[drfeelbad]

House winced visibly. "How well do you think Vicodin and bitterness mixes with a relationship?"

[leloupnoir]

Akeem once again fought off the urge to express sympathy; he had liked Stacy. She'd been able to put up with Greg, which was quite something. "About as well as with alcohol, I should think," he answered instead.

[drfeelbad]

"I don't want to talk about Stacy," House said, because he really, really didn't.

[leloupnoir]

"Let's not talk about Stacy," Akeem easily agreed. He wasn't the sort to push, not unless he had a very good reason. "So the clinic where I ran into you employs you now?"

[drfeelbad]

"The hospital employs me, the clinic is my weekly purgatory," House said with a role of his eyes.

[leloupnoir]

"So your purgatory was my luck," Akeem stated. He didn't blame Greg for not ringing.

[drfeelbad]

"Surprised to see me here, I'd guess," House said. "How's your arm anyway?"

[leloupnoir]

"Good as new," Akeem stated with a quick smile. It might have partly been a werewolf thing; if he hadn't shifted since then, his wrist might still be sore.

[drfeelbad]

House wiggled his fingers at him. "Miracle worker," he said.

[leloupnoir]

"The way you wrote me that script was impressive," Akeem confirmed with a chuckle.