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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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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.

[Did House just wink at her? Nah, he just has something in his eye. That's all.]

Not really. I don't need a particular day to love myself. I do that everyday. You seem cheery yourself.

[There has to be something in his eye.]

It's a healthy practice. Beware of carpal tunnel.

[He'll take a good long sip of his drink thanks.]

Do I?

No risk of carpal tunnel when you use assisting devices.

[What? What did Angela just say? These are things she would never speak of in front of this piss-poor excuse of a human being.]

Mmhmm. You're not insulting the entire city.

Spoken like a true professional.

[To boldly go where no stomach has gone before. Or something. There must be a curse now. Aren't her underthings still in his freezer? Under the bits of dinosaur? Oh damn, and that probably is freezer burned.]

I called a great percentage of people out on lacking substance. That's nice?

It's been a while. What title do I get after professional?

[Deep down inside Angela, her stomach does do flips and twists, but it feels more like butterflies than the usual disgust she finds herself experiencing by being around House. And yes, Angela is sure her thongs are still in House's possession, but asking that is prevented by this being some ridiculous first date interaction. She still wants them back, by the way.]

Compared to you usually calling all of us idiots, morons, and jackasses? Definitely.

Concert soloist. Duh.

[Doesn't she know you can just pay to have the problem solved? There's a market for that anywhere. No guilt. No strings.

Or save your money and--

This is not right. Has he endured a head injury. House lightly touches his temple, the back of his head. No bruising, no tender parts.]

Only the one's that have approached me so far. Not everyone is worth talking to. Not by a long shot.

You need an audience for a concert.

[Yeah, Angela knows but she has never paid for somebody to solve her problem, even for that entire year, and she has no intention on starting now. Hopefully, these five minutes will be up before she gets cursed enough to proposition House.]

Yet you're still talking to me.

Not if you're in studio.

[Touche though. There are people who are into that too.

She doesn't seem too uptight as to be entirely celibate. So of course it's no surprise there's the other route. Too prideful to reach into your pocket rather than your pants, Angela?]

I know. I already checked for head damage.

Yeah, but you're already alone. No need to make it worse.

[It's been a month or so since she last saw the private end of somebody not herself, so her attitude isn't as bad as it could be, but hey, she is cursed. The perverted things she would usually come out with at a time like this are dampened.]

Maybe it's because you needed company and you can only hold up the act but so long.

I don't act. That takes too much effort. Besides, what's the point when everyone knows I'm lying. A little chase is required.

[She's....kind of attractive.]

So you like to be a challenge. Sounds like an act to me.

[And he's not that bad looking, even with the grey...]

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