You Owe Me A Drink {House}

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel walked into the bar, glad that her day of work was over. Deciding she didn't want to go in her work clothes, she had swung by her place first. After several minutes deciding what to wear, she changed into black pleated skirt that ended just above the knees, a corseted crimson top, and her favorite knee high boots. To top off the look, she lined her eyes with kohl and smoothed on some dark red lipstick. Satisfied, she headed out the door again.

Sitting at the bar, Angel checked her cell phone for the time again. Sighing, she wondered if House would actually show up. Taking another sip from her beer, she looked around to see if she knew anyone around. A rather drunk man wandered up to her, looking her over with a smirk. "Hey baby, let's me and you go back to my place..." Angel put her hand up to cut him off. "Don't even think about it, you're not my type, nor are you in any shape to be asking me home. Go bother someone else." She stated, turning back to the bar. Looking at her empty beer bottle, she raised it to signal the bar tender she wanted another one.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House limped in, leaning on his cane. It had been a long, tumultuous day. His dreaded heart to heart with Wilson had gone... not great, but better than he had imagined. Then he had... a strange conversation with Cuddy. And what possibly amounted to a goodbye to any hopes that their relationship would ever progress in a romantic direction, ever. All this on top of leg pain that was constantly getting worse. He just wanted a drink.

His eyes settled on a brunette at the bar, and he wolf-whistled for the second time that day. If that was who he thought it was... It could be no one else's ass but Angel Fraser's. He limped up to the bar, next to her, nodding to the bartender. "A scotch, make it a double."

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel heard a familiar wolf whistle and she smirked. "And here I thought you'd stand me up." She said, turning to face him. "You just wanted to see if my skirt actually does get shorter after work hours." She teased, crossing her legs as she looked at him. The bartender slid her another beer and she raised it in salute to House.

"Double scotch? Must have been a rough day after I decided to introduce myself." She commented. Taking a sip of her beer, she wondered what the night had in store.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"You're not kidding," House muttered, tossing back half the scotch in one go. He wasn't fond of rollercoasters, and he had been on a doozy of one all day. He just wanted this night to end.

Drinking down the rest of the scotch, he tapped the bar, catching the 'tender's attention. "Domestic," he requested of the bartender. The bartender nodded, filling up a glass of the beer on tap. He pulled a coaster and set the glass down in front of House.

House tilted his head at Angel, "I take it your day went better than mine?"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

She looked him over, surprised that he hadn't made any comments about her attire. That was definitely a sign of a rough day, she was sure of it. "Just your typical day at the hospital I suppose." She shrugged, not completely sure how to categorize her day. "So, can I buy you a drink or two once you're done that?" She inquired, trying to make the evening better than his day had been.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House smirked, "glad to see that your corset isn't cutting off oxygen to your brain," he noted sardonically, taking the time to look her up and down. She was like a punk rock porn queen, only with her, it fit. She was wearing a style of dress that suited her. Much more than the clothes he had seen her in earlier at the hospital.

"Why yes, you can buy me another scotch, thank you," House nodded, sipping at the domestic beer. "No need to wait until I'm finished this beer," he added airily, a hand gracefully waving any thoughts to the contrary away.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

And there was the wit she admired and liked about him. "I don't keep it that tight. I have to make sure I can fend off the drunks without fainting." She chuckled, glad that his mood was shifting a bit. "Thought you might like the view too..." She added, leaning in a bit.

She smacked her hand down on the bar to catch the bar tender's attention. "Another double scotch! And how about some tequila!" She ordered. She was in a playful mood so tequila seemed like a good idea.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House smirked as he enjoyed the view of her cleavage. "I'm not complaining," he said, "quite the opposite, in fact. It really offers up some nice... food for thought." The corset defined her body, creating bold curves and a saucy constitution to an already saucy woman. The corset only enhanced her simple beauty and made her all the more attractive to him, because his fingers twitched with the desire to yank on those strings and reveal her to him.

She must be in a playful mood, House thought, since tequila was the drink of choice for those that wanted to have fun and get drunk. He held up his scotch and waited until she had hers in her hand. "To your first day at Princeton Plainsboro as Head of Cardiology," he toasted.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Food for thought, interesting analogy." She chuckled, as the bartender slid the tequila infront of her. She smirked, watching his eyes looking her over, satisfied that her choice in clothing pleased him. She looked over to find the lime wedges and salt in front of her with the tequila.

Licking her hand where thumb and index finger met, she shook the salt to coat it a little. Picking up her shot, she raised it with him. "To my first day." She chimed in, licking the layer of salt off before taking the tequila shot. As soon as the firey liquid went down, she sucked on a lime wedge, making a slight sour face.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House tossed back the scotch and sighed contentedly as the alcohol burned smoothly down his throat. The sour look on Angel's face was very amusing and he chuckled, barely loud enough to be heard in the crowded bar.

He took another sip of his beer, beginning to feel the edges of the wonderful haze of alcohol. Another few drinks and his head would feel pleasantly separated from the pain in his leg. As a doctor, he knew this was only a temporary reprieve and would result in a mother of a hangover in the morning. But for tonight, he had a hot chick in the seat next to him and a very special albeit temporary divorce from his leg.

All in all, it was the better ending of a crappy day. Except for the small parts with Wilson. Even after the painful discussion they had, he felt better for having his friendship with Wilson back.

"So, are you new to New Jersey, or have you lived nearby before working at Princeton?" House threw out there as a conversation starter.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel motioned for another shot of tequila as House asked her whether she was a native to New Jersey. "Born and raised." She answered, taking a sip of her beer before the next shot arrived. "Yourself?" She inquired. She wasn't much in a conversing mood, but if he wanted to talk, she'd talk.

Taking another quick shot, she moved her stool closer to him. Her head was slowly starting to swim from the alcohol, but that didn't bother her much. She was after all looking for a good time.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House wasn't sure if he wanted to deal with a drunken woman as the night wore on, so he tried to engage her in more conversation than drinking. "I grew up all over the place. My dad was military." His face twisted with distaste as he thought of his estranged and now deceased father. He hadn't even been his biological father (something he had suspected since he was twelve and only confirmed recently), but genetics or no genetics, the man still half raised him. The things he couldn't change. Being right didn't even make him happy.

"So, any family living here?" He asked, trying to distract himself from his distressing thoughts of his father.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Frowning slightly as she realised he actually wanted to talk, and not get drunk, she motioned for another beer instead of tequila. Not quite the evening she had planned, but what the heck, who knows. She listened to him explain about moving around as a child. "Ah, a military brat then..." Some how, she could see it.

"My mother still lives here, she's the head nurse at Newton Memorial Hospital. My father worked the ER there, until he was shot by some maniac with a gun." She grumbled, chugging half of the new bottle of beer down. "Worked at Newton for a while, then got the job at Princeton."

[Dr. Gregory House]

"Yeah, gotta watch out for those maniacs with guns," House agreed, hand reaching up to his neck. Amazingly, it hadn't even scarred.

"Newton, huh? Princeton's the better choice," House said approvingly. "Slightly better security." Though not by much, he thought wryly, taking a gulp of his beer, finishing it off. He signaled to the bartender for another draft of the domestic beer and another scotch.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he added in an aside. Maybe her father treated her better than his "father" ever did. On the heels of that thought, House lifted the scotch to his lips and drank it back.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel sighed, their conversation suddenly taking a rather depressing turn. Somehow she needed to turn this topic around. Finishing off her beer, she looked at him with a tipsy smile. " Alright, this conversation has become depressing..." She said, scooting off her stool and standing right next to him, leaning back against the bar.

"Let's say we go back to my place." She purred, moving closer towards him. "I can show you my leather corset..." She whispered in his ear, nipping it gently.