the Mystery (Angel)

[Dr. Gregory House]

"Leather?" House whistled like a wolf, "sounds like you're my kind of gal." He surely did want to see what kind of leather offerings she had. Especially since she was talking about travel undressing, starting in the living room. Which sounded fun, but messy with him and his leg. They'd have to be careful about spontaneity, since he couldn't physically do things like that anymore. Which in turn often ended up being too much reality for the few women interested in him.

"Well, I'd offer you my coffee, but since you were all "poo poo, coffee, poo poo," earlier, I'm not inclined to share." House shook his head. She was talking about actually talking to patients. He hoped she never listened to the patient, since everybody lies.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel smirked, glad that she got his attention. The whistle, well that was an added bonus. "Mm yes. Leather feels good against the skin." She cooed, walking towards the door. She let her hips sway provocatively as she did.


"Such maturity." She commented, looking over her shoulder back at him. "Well, I must be going. If you're interested, I'll be at Sherri's bar tonight once I'm done my shift." She winked, stopping at the door. She'd just invited him to meet her at the bar, where she'd be able to play out her game a bit more. This would definitely prove to be fun if he showed.

[Dr. Gregory House]

Maturity. Sure. House wondered what she expected from a misogynist genius. Her hair tumbled and swayed with her movement, drawing his eye down... lower.

Sherrie's bar. Where Cutthroat Bitch had picked him up that fateful night. Yeah, that wasn't bringing up a load of bad memories. He paused in watching her ass move in that tight skirt, "yeah," he said hoarsely, "maybe I'll see you there."

That was it. He had to talk to Wilson.

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