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]

"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.