You Owe Me A Drink {House}

[Dr. Gregory House]

House gasped as her breath tickled his ear. Her words having her desired affect on his body. Everything tingled. He drank half his beer in one go. "Sounds good to me," he agreed, "I definitely want to take your corset off. If we have time, you can show me your leather-works."

He searched his pockets, making sure he had his pager, wallet, cellphone and keys on his person. He pulled out his wallet and tossed a twenty down on the bar. He downed the rest of his beer, before glancing at the time. Full dark outside, that was for sure. "Yeah, let's go." Hoping he didn't sound too eager.

[indiansfan01]

Wilson had gotten Cuddy's approval for his rather crazy plan and now he needed Angel's. It's not like House had done anything to him, so Wilson wasn't quite sure why he felt the need to help Cuddy get back at House. Maybe in some strange logical way he felt that he himself was getting back at House for all of the awful things House had done to him in the past.

Wilson called Angel's cell phone number and hoped that she picked up.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel was just about to pay for her drinks when her cell phone went off. Looking at an unfamiliar number, she debated about picking it up. "Hang on a sec.." She said to House, somewhat annoyed that someone had decided to ruin her evening fun. "Hello?" She asked, moving towards the bathrooms of the bar. At least it would be quieter than where she was at the moment.

[indiansfan01]

"Angel, it's Wilson," he said. He was going to make this short and sweet because he didn't know if House was within listening distance of her right now. "Cuddy and I have something we'd like you to do. You need to go back to House's apartment with him. But first you need to stall him for as long as you can. Once you're in his apartment you're going to excuse yourself to use the restroom. Inside there, you'll find Cuddy. You're going to change your clothes and the two of you are going to come out together and...make out in front of House." He let those words sink in before he continued. "I don't expect you to understand why I'm asking you to do this, but once it's done I'll explain everything to you. Just say yes and hang up if you're okay with this."

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel listened as the familiar voice introduced himself over the phone. How the heck did Wilson have her cell number? She thought to herself. She listened as he explained the situation and smirked. "Make out with Cuddy? Honey I'm so tipsy right now that's not a problem." She chuckled, a crooked smile on her face. Of course she didn't understand why she was going to do it, but what the heck. "If you want me to change into something, you're gonna have to stop by my house. Extra key is under the welcome mat..." She stopped, thinking how cliche that actually was. "My room is the third door to the left, get my leather corset, I think I left it on the bed." Not waiting for Wilson to reply, she shut her phone. Oh tonight was going to be interesting.

She wandered back out to where House and her had been sitting and looked at him. "Change in plans. How about a couple more drinks first?" She said, pulling the stool she had sat upon up closer to him.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House nodded as Angel excused herself to answer her cell phone, and watched her walk to the bathroom. He sighed, sitting back down on the bar stool. Angel didn't take long, and she was back within minutes. A change in plans? House arched his eyebrow, what had happened in the last few minutes to induce a change in plans? That phone call...?

"A change in plans?" He asked, "why?" He flagged the bartender down and ordered another scotch and a tequila for Angel. Women, he thought, always changing plans.

"Well then, you're buying my drinks for the rest of the night," he sighed, sounding very put upon. Of course, so long as he was having drinks with a beautiful woman, he didn't really mind.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel suddenly cursed herself for being tipsy. She hated being put on the spot like that. "Uh, my room mate seems to have brought a guy over... She called to let me know not to come home straight away..." Angel thought that one over. It sounded like a plausible excuse, and he didn't know she lived alone. "They'll be going out again soon, so everything's fine."

When the bartender slid the tequila infront of her, she grinned. "Fair enough." She purred. Licking the flesh between thumb and index finger slowly and provocatively, she shook out a bit of salt to coat it. Looking up at him with a smirk on her face, she licked the salt off, chugged the shot and sucked on the lime wedge. "How about a Blow Job?" She asked the bartender, referring to the shot, not the actual action.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House paused, then nodded, "ah. Well," he said, pausing to raise the shot glass to his lips and letting the liquid flow down his throat. "We could always go to my place. It's just ten blocks from here," he suggested.

He eyed her consideringly as she flirted again. She was so open and flirty, licking her hand while her eyes smoldered at him. Bedroom eyes. "You're quite good at that," House muttered, shifting in his seat. He stifled a chuckle when she looked straight at the bartender and asked that provocative question. She was asking the bartender for the drink, but somehow, House knew she was talking to him at the same time. It seemed he was going to get lucky tonight without even trying.

"Don't mind if I do," the bartender flirted back with Angel, setting off to make that drink. Took the words right out of House's mouth.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"I may just take you up on that offer..." She smiled tipsily at him, considering that worked all to well for her plan. "I don't think either of us are in any condition to drive, so why don't we walk back there? Shouldn't take us too long... or maybe we could cab it."

She smirked at his comment, flirting with her eyes. "I'm good at a lot of things..." She purred, standing from her stool and standing right in front of House. "I can show you just how good I am at being bad tonight." She added,smirking. The bartender slid the drink to Angel and she winked at him. She then looked at the shot. "Now, the key to taking this shot is all in the lips." She stated, leaning down and wrapping her lips around the small glass. She jerked her head back and let the shot slide down her throat. Grabbing the glass from her mouth, she licked the inside of it clean and placed it back down on the bar counter. "Ta da."

[Dr. Gregory House]

House wasn't sure if he could walk ten blocks, but when she demonstrated her very... hearty ability to drink that shot, he felt that the walk would help take the edge off. Just, hot damn, those lips really wrapped around that glass. "Very impressive," he said sardonically. He paused then shook his head, making his booze soaked brain swim a little.

"And with that, pay up, we're leaving," House said, settling his cane comfortably in hand. He limped to the doorway zipping up his leather jacket. He leaned against the wall, feeling just a little unsteady on his feet. The blast of chilly air helped as he breathed it in, clearing his head a little.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"You have no idea..." She purred, pulling a four twenties out of her purse. She slipped them across the bar to the bartender and waited until House was out of ear shot. "You got any little bottles of booze?" She inquired to the bartender. "Yeah, what's your poison?" He inquired. "Gimme two vodkas." She whispered, thinking it may be a wise idea that she had something to help Cuddy loosen up.

She caught up with him pulling her pea coat on. "Hm, rather cold out tonight." She commented, the cold air clearing her head a bit. "Lead on my drunken doctor..." She smiled, waiting for him to point her in the right direction.