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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 31, 2009 13:31:51 GMT -7
Angel paced the floor in her office, mind racing over the events of the past few days. She'd admitted her crush on Wilson, been promptly told by Wilson he wasn't ready to date again and now he was leaving. All because of House... That man was infuriating, and for the hospital to lose one of it's finest because of it.... It infuriated her even more.
Taking a deep breath, she sat down on the couch, resting her head in her hand. She'd tried to convince Wilson to stay over coffee, but it hadn't worked. Closing her eyes she tried to think of another way to get him to stay.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 1, 2009 13:57:37 GMT -7
After House's conversation with Wilson; he vowed to never call it a heart to heart talk ever again, House had some energy to spare. And plenty of ideas to spend that energy on. He rapped his cane on the door he wanted. Angel Fraser, MD. He at least could read.
"Candy gram!" he said, loudly through the door. He knocked on the door with his cane again. Why was it that only his office had glass walls and doors? It was Cuddy's connivance. It had to be. Put the crippled misogynist in a fish bowl. No wonder he acted as he does.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 1, 2009 14:10:29 GMT -7
Hearing the knock on her door, followed by the familiar voice, Angel groaned. The last person she wanted to see now. She opened her eyes and moved towards the door. "I don't remember asking for any candy grams." She said, as she opened the door.
She moved out of the way to let him in, sure that he'd walk into her office anyways. Oh how she wanted to point the finger at him, blaming him for Wilson's departure. Things just kept getting worse for Angel it would seem lately. She'd confided her feelings about Wilson to Wilson, she'd slept with House after that, her ex boyfriend had just showed up out of the blue, breaking into her office trying to win her back and now House was at her door. More than likely because he had just spoken to Wilson and Wilson told him that he was leaving.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 1, 2009 14:22:00 GMT -7
House hobbled in. Angel knew him so well after barely a week. He cackled inwardly. She had been trained and trained well. "Forget about the candy grams, you don't need the extra calories." He looked at her sexy booty. Even though he was with Cuddy now, it would never stop him from looking.
"Wilson has just given me his stupid news. I've accepted it. Now. We need to give him a proper farewell. To that end," House paced back and forth within the confines of her office, "you need to learn, and learn quickly."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 1, 2009 14:29:02 GMT -7
"I can burn them off easily." She said, watching him gaze at her butt. Typical male, she thought to herself. She closed the door behind him and moved to the couch, sitting down and watching him pace the floor of her office.
"Wilson's leaving, I know that." She stated, looking up at him. "He told me the night you broke into my house. I tried to convince him not to leave, that he was leaving over an incredibly stupid reason, but he didn't listen to me." She sighed, shaking her head. She crossed her legs, resting her hands on her knees. "Just what do I need to learn?" She inquired suspiciously.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 1, 2009 14:41:05 GMT -7
House mused at her crossed legs, admiring her sculpted calves. He ignored her suspicious glance his way. "Do you do some dancing?" He asked, wanting to lead up to it. "Nightclubs, raves? I ask, because you have some really nice legs. Not to mention great breasts that jiggle like my jello."
He pouted as he realized that Wilson had been thinking about it for nearly a whole week. Damn. How had he missed this? He distracted himself by looking up and down Angel's seated form. She would do very nicely. Yes. Very nicely, indeed.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 1, 2009 14:48:53 GMT -7
"I danced in high school plays," She started, eyeing him suspiciously as he continued to look over her body. "I run now to keep in shape." She wasn't sure whether this was going, nor was she sure she liked where it was going.
"Night clubs, yes, but I hardly call it dancing. More like dry humping on the dance floor." She raised an eyebrow, definitely curious now as to why he was asking this sort of thing. "Is there a point to any of this?"
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 1, 2009 15:11:06 GMT -7
House sighed, "there is always a method to my madness. Do try to keep up." He stopped pacing at her desk and leaned against it, still eyeing her speculatively. He twisted his mouth thoughtfully, before seeming to come to a decision.
"Yes, so the point is... Wilson is leaving soon. I want to give him a really big gift, something that will have a big impact on him. We're meeting at the Gentlemen's Club at seven this evening." He paused for effect, "I want you to be his stripper."
It was perfect. Wilson would never be able to get Angel out of his mind the whole time he was in Maryland. He'd think about her and wonder what if? What if he had stayed? It would torture him, (something that House planned on maximizing in the future with certain tactical maneuvers), and eventually, Wilson would cave and come back. House planned long term.
Now to convince Angel of this.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 1, 2009 16:00:06 GMT -7
"I do try to keep up with you, you just tend to constantly weave all over the place." Angel said, glad that he finally stopped pacing. It was starting to worry her.
If she had been drinking when House asked for her to be the stripper, it would have been a perfect spit take. "You want me to do what?" She stood up quickly, not completely sure what to make of House's offer. "Are you absolutely out of your mind?" She said. "Wait don't answer that, I already know you are."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 1, 2009 16:10:28 GMT -7
House grinned when she reacted predictably. "I'm so far out of my mind that I'm sane," House replied, with an amused smirk. "I want you to be Wilson's stripper. It's perfect. It'll drive him crazy, and send him to Maryland with a great memory of you. It'll haunt him so much that he just has to return for you," House paused. "Or better yet, he won't want to leave at all!"
In House's consideration, that was the best case scenario. Unfortunately, the best case scenario rarely panned out for House. In any event, it would definitely give him great material to tease Wilson and Angel about for months. He rubbed his hands together. "We should plan. The best song to dance to, something that suits you and Wilson. You should wear your lab coat over a really sexy pair of bra and panties. Or the leather corset. No, that's mine and Cuddy's. You'll have to wear something else."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 1, 2009 16:20:31 GMT -7
"And you have no ulterior motives behind this plan what so ever?" She looked at him skeptically. "I don't want to drive him crazy. If he wishes to move to Maryland, he moves to Maryland." She stated. Granted it would be nice to keep him here, but she didn't want to tie him down.
"I guess I shouldn't tell you that I took stripper-size classes huh?" She sighed, shaking her head. "This is going to cost you, you do realize that." She looked at him. It would cost him big time. "As for what to wear, I think I can throw something together. I'm thinking something lacy, and pink. For music, I don't know."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 1, 2009 19:29:39 GMT -7
House discarded the idea of putting on an innocent face, because he knew flat out he couldn't carry it off. "You can't think otherwise," he quipped. He so had ulterior motives. Pfft. He stared at Angel when she started spouting that noble crap. 'Cause no one was that noble.
At that particular gem of knowledge, House started grinning, leaning back casually. "Took classes in being a stripper? Needed to pay off medical school? It's all right, others have done worse. Can't say I'm one of them, having only played poker for extra money back then."
He tried to imagine her in something lacy and pink. He couldn't really picture it. Something fire engine red or simple black seemed to suit her more. Pink accents. Yeah. Music. Music. Yeah. If he was in his office where he left his iPod, he'd look through it for something appropriate.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 1, 2009 19:45:25 GMT -7
"Correction, it's an exercise class that is an infusion of stripping." Angel said, shaking her head. "And I did it for fun, not to make my way through med school." She added with a raised eyebrow.
She continued to sit there and watch him, a smirk on her face. "I think Please Don't Stop The Music." She nodded. "Now, about how much this is going to cost you. I'm thinking three..." She smiled, then thought about what to wear again. "I'm thinking the white lab coat, black lace bra, black lace thong, garter belt holding up thigh high fishnets and black stiletto heels, with little pink bows."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 1, 2009 20:51:46 GMT -7
"Don't worry," House said, smirking, "you'll get your money."
He nodded, "Please Don't Stop The Music sounds like a good choice. Rihanna really turns me on. Damn, that ho is hot. Wouldn't happen to think of giving me an audition? I wanna make sure you're worth my money, and my bro's heart." He leered, "I already know he's gonna be okay in your hands." He paused. Yeah, that was going to be awkward. Never mentioning that he had tapped that ever again. Ever.
He imagined the new image. Damn, she was gonna be killer. "Wilson won't know what hit him."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 1, 2009 21:00:02 GMT -7
"Nope, you're just going to have to wait and find out how damn good I am tonight." Angel reassured him. "Besides I think I've proved how good I am." She chuckled, standing up and stretching.
"So this is happening tonight? At the Gentlemen's Club?" She double checked just to make sure she had the right time and place. She'd still have to dash home to get ready though, but that wouldn't take her too long. "At least I know I'll be leaving one hell of a departing picture for him." She grinned.
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