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[vicodincrutch]

Stop trying to tote your wares. Make the time mean something. I don't want to see the contrived personality you think would be most presentable because chances are, it's false and disgusting. Think of a twinkie. Delicious, zero substance and once you know what's in it for real only the brave and stupid charge onward. I am brave, but I am not that stupid.

I can also see that this won't go anywhere if you're up for that kind of a game. You won't win.

[ooc; going to a charity show! be back much later to taaaaaaaaaaag <3 <3]

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[synanthrope]

[She takes a seat in front of him]

I think that's cynicism, Doctor.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Hello. That's what his eyes say, his jaw remains slack.]

Is it cynicism if I believe it with all my heart?

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[synanthrope]

Well, I've never been the best judge.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Honest.

[That's attractive, except that means that there are better truths to conceal.]

That's out of the norm. So what are you going to tell me? You're not cynical.

[If his memory serves him right.]

[eagleofautozam.livejournal.com]

Have you been approached by a lot of… ‘Twinkies’… today?


[Yes, sorry, a comment like that needs to be teased. ]

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Today? Yes. In my life time? Oh yes.

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[thenormalsquint]

[And sliding into the chair across from him is this lovely lady that he cares so much about, right?]

Shit. I'm gonna need to be drunk for this.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[Lovely la---oh. It's Angela.]

What kind?

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[thenormalsquint]

Whatever's hardest.

[And no, that is not an euphemism.]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

To say? I'm not mixing. Or else you might get something special.

[Interpret that as you will, Angela. Have a wink to go with that.]

You're cheery. No doubt anticipating the holiday.

[nosferotofu.livejournal.com]

I-



I didn't mean to sit here.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

That's a lousy line.

[I bet he thinks that it works. House is in the middle of a bag of chips. No, no garlic. Onion dip actually.]

[nosferotofu.livejournal.com]

If I was looking to date you, it would be.



So who am I talking to?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

For reference. You're not my type. [Maybe. Waaaaaaaaaaait. Those aren't boobs. These thoughts why why why.]

Dr. Greg House. Nice introduction.

[adamantined]

So you aren't looking for someone who could survive a nuclear war. [Compelled to sit, Claire does so, though not without a sour twist to her mouth. The grocery bags she's got in tow settle on the floor next to her.] Well that's good to know.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Nope. I want them to fry with me. Though the prospect of being immortalized is tempting.

[Bags, huh? Nosy man that he is, House is eying the contents.]

[adamantined]

You and the word 'immortal' should never exist in the same sentence together.

[On a list of people she wouldn't mind spending eternity with...

Claire notices him eying the bags.]

Don't worry, they're not for you.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

When I get a vampire date, we'll further this discussion. Then you'll see.

[Snoop, snoop, snoop.]

I didn't think the were. Well balanced diet?

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[Chase slides into the chair opposite House not actually sighing, but with a clear expression that he'd like to.]

Indian or Thai?

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Depends on what meal.

[Sigh all you want. Now this is getting interesting.]

Indian for the curry.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Actually, I meant the massage. [Once seated, the appropriate role starts being played. Chase offers a cocky grin more often directed at Cameron when he's beaten her to a 'well done'.] Luckily, I'd count myself as proficient at both.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

That may already be saying too much. [Usually, House is infused with the impulse to knock down any amount of unwarranted self-assurance like a house of cards.] Now you're going to tell me how this came to pass, leaving out the less interesting details.

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[dr_conscience]

[Oh, good. He's been compelled to sit at a lot of tables today, but he's certain none of them will compare to this. Not that he can do anything about it. He is compelled to sit down and have the kind of friendly conversation he would on any first date, but he's not so badly cursed that he's not aware of the situation, or of who he's dealing with at any given time.]

Why, Greg. Fancy meeting you here.

[That should be a snide comment. It's... not a snide comment, though. Damnit.]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[Another--? Humph. Well. Whatever. It's only Wilson.]

Jimmy. I was about to say the same. What brings you to--[The table? We're not talking about that table. Because hellooo, they're friends. And this is a curse that has brought dates but.

Oh.

No way, man.]

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[dr_conscience]

Why, don't tell me I've left you speechless already?

[Oh no. Oh no no no. He's going to have to ditch the irony; it's incompatible with the friendly-bordering-on-flirtatious tone he can't get out of. He can almost make a face at the way that line just came out, though it's not quite cooperating. But House is House, of course, and can probably tell he's trying to.

Okay. This doesn't have to be weird. He can definitely find a relatively normal conversation that the curse will allow. Probably. He clears his throat slightly, as a means of rebooting the conversation.]

So. How's all this been going for you?