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16 January 2007 @ 05:38 pm
rp for dr_greghouse_md.  
ooc: this is pre-infarction House/Stacy (part of a project of the sorts), so nobody get confused now.

"See you later."

Stacy looked up, waving at her friend, Rachel, as she left the bar-- they went out for drinks after works, as they'd both needed it-- and looking at her watch. She thought she should probably leave soon, as well-- it was getting late and there wasn't much else to do here on her own. And some group of guys had just come in, sitting down at the other end of the bar, and watching them drink themselves into oblivion is something that she was less than interested in.

But she decided to wait a while and have one more drink before she left. She was within walking distance of this place, so it wouldn't take too long before she got home, anyway. And the bar, for the moment, was quiet.

So she sat back down at the bar, putting her bag down at her feet, then smiling softly at the bartender when he asks her what she wants.

"Another beer, please?"
Dr. Gregory Housedr_greghouse_md on January 17th, 2007 03:36 am (UTC)
"You did good out there, fellas," the coach said with a grin as he slapped a few of the players on the back while the lacrosse team rowdily filed into the bar. House wrestled with his large lacrosse bag and lacrosse stick as he tried to maneuver around his teammates, copping a slap on the back by the coach as he neared the bar.

"Good goal keeping," the coach said to him before ruffling his freshly-showered hair and then clapping him on the shoulder again.

House hated it when the coach did that; treated him like he was a kid. He gave him a wry smile all the same, though, and replied just as wryly, "Don't know what you're talking about. Piece of cake."

The coach just laughed, squeezed his shoulder and then moved on to start clapping and slapping everybody on the back. House dumped his bag and lacrosse stick down once he reached the bar and searched around in his jeans pockets for some money.

Approaching the part of the bar where the bartender was drying some glasses, House leaned his elbows against the bar top and impatiently tapped his fingers on the surface. "Yo," he said to get the guy's attention.

The bartender set the glass he was drying down and leaned his hands against the counter. "What can I get you?"

"Beer. Grolsch." He slapped the money on the bar and then idly glanced to his left at the woman beside him.
Stacy Warner: heart conditionharvard_law on January 17th, 2007 03:54 am (UTC)
Stacy looked up at the man leaning against the bar next to her.

It was intended to be a passing glance.

For some reason, it ended up being a stare that takes far too long. He wore a pair of jeans and a Stones t-shirt, which looked like a concert t-shirt, and that implied that he had good taste in music. He was good-looking; tall, dark hair, deep voice--

But it was his eyes. Almost bright blue.

And she hated herself for staring-- or looking like she was.

Impulse was also something she never let herself succumb to, but when the bartender brought him his beer, a slight smirk curled onto her lips as she reached into her pocket and looked at the bartender.

"It's on me."

She slid some money onto the bar, arching an eyebrow at the man beside her.

"You mind?"
Dr. Gregory House: smugdr_greghouse_md on January 17th, 2007 04:20 am (UTC)
House hadn't expected to actually lock eyes with the woman. And even if he did, he didn't expect to find himself staring back at her as much as she was staring at him. He was the first to break the eye contact, though, and glanced down at her clothes and the way she was sitting on the stool before looking to the bartender when the beer was brought to him.

About to push the money in the guy's direction, the sudden announcement from the woman that the beer was on her caught House off-guard. He glanced back to her quickly, looking surprised.

The way she cocked her brow, though, and the question that followed had House smoothing his expression out to something more smug and casual.

"Not at all," he easily replied. "Be my guest."
Stacy Warnerharvard_law on January 17th, 2007 04:28 am (UTC)
She nodded, watching him.

He was here with a lacrosse team-- it wasn't difficult to deduce, because she saw the teams playing all the time at the university fields, and the stick and bag at his feet were the giveaway.

His expression changed quickly though, from the slight surprise to something more smug, but she kept watching him, not looking away.

It was the eyes-- and she was almost irritated with herself for letting it get to her.

"Have a seat, if you want," she said, watching him. But he didn't reply, so she shrugged, looking at the men, who were starting to get rowdier by the minute, on the other side of the bar. "Or would you rather go back to your teammates?"
Dr. Gregory House: smugdr_greghouse_md on January 17th, 2007 04:50 am (UTC)
House looked across at his teammates. As much as he was friends with them, he wasn't friends. Just a fellow teammate more than anything. Despite how outgoing House could be, he actually didn't like crowds or noise. He got bored very quickly.

One of his teammates motioned with a wave for him to join them, another whistled at him, though when another bout of rowdy laughter erupted amongst them all they all forgot about House again.

House didn't care. He looked back to the woman once more, glanced down at the stool next to her and then shifted himself onto it without question.

"So, do you normally, randomly buy strangers drinks?" he asked, resting his elbows on the bar and looking back to her again.
Stacy Warner: black and whiteharvard_law on January 17th, 2007 04:57 am (UTC)
She laughed softly, taking a sip of her beer.

"Oh, yeah," she said, the sarcasm slipping. "Always. Regular habit of mine."

She watched him curiously-- the guys at the other end of the bar, his teammates, kept turning and whistling, but their attention span didn't seem to be very long, so it didn't matter.

There was something about him, but she couldn't quite place it. But he didn't seem like the type to make conversation-- that was clear by his silence and inclination to keep looking back between her and his drink.

But she gave into impulse again, and smirked.

"Come here often?"
Dr. Gregory House: so housedr_greghouse_md on January 17th, 2007 05:27 am (UTC)
"It's obvious you don't," House replied. "At least, not on Saturdays."

He held her eye contact for a long moment, sizing her up as he absently reached for his drink. Without looking away, he lifted the beer to his mouth and took a long sip, realizing how thirsty he was from playing lacrosse.

Setting the beer back down and licking his lips, House wiped his bottom lip with his thumb, glanced in the direction of his teammates fleetingly and then back at the woman again.

She was good looking. Slender, sharp-eyed, seemed very on the ball. Something about the way she composed herself had House thinking she was an esteemed woman - something professional.

"You got a name? Or shall I just call you 'The Hot Woman Who Bought Me A Drink'?"
Stacy Warner: Stacyharvard_law on January 17th, 2007 05:37 am (UTC)
"Stacy," she replied, "Nice to meet you."

There was something about the edge of sarcasm to his voice, deep and low, that got her. And she couldn't help watching him-- it made her feel vulnerable, somehow, but she decided to rationalize it later. Her gaze traced the line of his jaw, the stubble, and moved back up to meet his.

She finished her drink, sliding the glass back down the counter and thanking the bartender quickly before looking back at the man.

"And you?" she asked, then settled back down in the stool and leaned forward on her elbow, facing him. "Or shall I just refer to you as one of the many random, strange people I've bought a drink for?"
Dr. Gregory House: b&w house and stacydr_greghouse_md on January 17th, 2007 07:07 am (UTC)
"But that would make me unmemorable," House replied. "You kinda want to remember the guys you randomly chat up in bars by buying them drinks for no reason."

He lifted the beer to his mouth again, watching her face. He vaguely heard one of his teammates shouting out his name - "Greg! Yo, Greg!" the guy called out - and House cocked his head towards the direction of his teammates without looking away from Stacy.

"What he said," he remarked, setting the beer back down.

"Get your ass over here!" the same guy called out, followed by an eruption of laughter from the team. House found himself not really wanting to look away from her, but he did so reluctantly to look at his teammates.

The same guy waved insistently for him to come over. House gave him a look and tilted his head in the direction of Stacy, as if to say, No way, I'm onto something good here.

He dismissively looked back to Stacy. "Ignore them," he said.
Stacy Warnerharvard_law on January 17th, 2007 07:15 am (UTC)
She laughed dryly.

"Shouldn't be too difficult."

The guys stopped yelling at him for the moment, and she was thankful for it. She didn't want distractions. The yells and obnoxious laughter were annoying, but could be easily ignored.

She leaned forward, watching him. He hadn't left yet, which was a good sign. His teammates were obnoxious, though he didn't seem overly so. He just looked annoyed, which was understandable. But his comment stirred something in her, and it made her want to--

Oh, what the hell.

"So, how exactly do you plan to make yourself memorable, Greg?"
Dr. Gregory House: *wink*dr_greghouse_md on January 17th, 2007 07:31 am (UTC)
"Wow. Forward," House replied.

Was she always this bold, House wondered. Or was she just being cute? Either way, it took a lot of guts to be as bold as that, more than once, especially considering the setting they were in - a bar with a bunch of rowdy, obnoxious idiots.

Not that House wasn't capable of being a rowdy, obnoxious idiot when he had a few beers in him, if he was in the mood for being a rowdy obnoxious idiot. But right now, he wasn't in the mood for that.

So, his team had won the lacrosse game and House had to admit - he was stoked that they had. But that there was a good-looking woman hitting on him? That was more interesting right now. He glanced between his teammates and then Stacy, weighing up what to do. Not a stranger to impulse or rash decisions, House suddenly slid off the stool.

"I can start by going somewhere quieter in the bar," he said, grabbing up his beer. "Less distractions that way. Can't make much of an impression with those idiots over there, cheering me on."

He winked at her and gave her a brief, charming grin before he stepped back to see if she'd follow.
Stacy Warner: heart conditionharvard_law on January 17th, 2007 07:38 am (UTC)
She raised an eyebrow, watching him.


It was true-- she was usually smart enough to avoid making impulsive decisions, especially with men, because most of the time, they turned out to be idiots, but she couldn't help herself. And it had been a long time since she'd just let something happen without analyzing the hell out of it.

So she stood from the stool, leaving her empty glass and the money for her drink.

"I suppose I can start by following you, then," she said, watching him.

And she stepped forward, walking after him.
Dr. Gregory House: o rly?dr_greghouse_md on January 17th, 2007 07:58 am (UTC)
He just gave her look, standing taller when she stood up to size up how tall he was against her. Shorter, naturally. Not overly so. He grabbed up his beer and then darted his eyes down to her body for a quick glimpse of her figure. He just as quickly looked away as he started to head towards one of the booths towards the other side of the bar.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked confidently towards the booth, sliding into the booth once he reached it. Thumping his beer down onto the table, House used his vantage point to get a better look at her figure as she approached the table.

She was sort of petite. Though, not really, at the same time. Brunettes - he'd always preferred brunettes over blondes. No real reason, really - he just liked dark hair on women. Not to mention that while she had an air of uncertainty about her, she also had an air of confidence, too, that wasn't over the top.

He watched her slide into the booth and then settled his gaze on her face for a long moment.

"So, this is the part where you tell me what you do and all that boring stuff," he said.
Stacy Warner: house & stacyharvard_law on January 17th, 2007 03:13 pm (UTC)
She laughed softly.

"I'm a lawyer," she said. "And it makes for very boring conversation, so I'll spare you the details."

From this booth, the yells of the guys at the other end of the bar became less annoying, and she focused her gaze on him. He had an athletic frame, definitely taller than her, and dark hair-- but it was his eyes, the way he watched her, that she found herself fascinated with. And far too interested in. He had nice hands, too. But that was a thought for later.

She looked at him, expecting a response.

"And you?"
Dr. Gregory House: smugdr_greghouse_md on January 17th, 2007 10:43 pm (UTC)
"Lawyer, huh?" House replied, ignoring her question for the time being. "So, you're part of the parasitical culture."

He smirked at her and then leaned his elbows against the table. Just to be a smartass, he added, "You know, lawyers make up fifty-five percent of federal congress. Over fifty seven percent hold the office of American presidents, and one hundred percent of the judical branch of government is made up of lawyers. That's the three main branches of American goverment, breached. You lot are taking over."

He sat back on the booth, still looking smug. "Pity you lawyers aren't actual pathogens or us doctors would be able to weed you out of the system with a dose of praziquantel."
Stacy Warner: house & stacyharvard_law on January 17th, 2007 10:51 pm (UTC)
The jab was something Stacy wasn't expecting, but somehow, it made her laugh softly, and she leaned back in the booth to watch him-- he had this smug smirk on his face that was both fascinating and infuriating. Like he felt he'd somehow won.

"A doctor?"

She smirked slightly, shaking her head at the smug expression on his face. She didn't ask where he got all the statistics from-- she assumed that he was either well-versed in politics or just lying, but it didn't matter.

"But then who would save your ass when the malpractice lawsuit started flying in?" she asked. "Or would you take the opportunity to weed those people out, too?"
Dr. Gregory House: crazydr_greghouse_md on January 17th, 2007 11:07 pm (UTC)
"Using the definite article 'the malpractice suit', you make me sound like I'm a corrupt doctor," House replied. He then gave a deliberately nonchalant shrug. "Which - who knows? Maybe I am. I could be the equivalent of Dr. Hannibal Lecter for all you know."

He pressed his lips together and quirked his brows in a cynical manner. "Though, if I was, that would be exceeding the term 'malpractice' just a little. You know - the whole eating people thing."

He shrugged again, giving her another smirk. "But hey, if you're one of those lawyers who can talk a jury into jumping off a cliff, then maybe I'd get off on 'mercy killing'. Eating patients - gourmet euthanasia. I'm sure that's bound to go down well."

House had a tendency to think he was funny, and was always speaking in puns and metaphors. So, what he said just then, he thought was extremely amusing and he grinned at her obnoxiously.
Stacy Warner: stacy 2harvard_law on January 17th, 2007 11:13 pm (UTC)
She gave him a laugh, shaking her head.

"Now you're just being dramatic."

The metaphors he spoke with were elaborate and almost too detailed, and he seemed to go off on these tangents, all to prove his point; though, by the time he'd finished, she'd almost forgotten what his point was in the first place.

But she leaned forward on her elbows on the table, arching an eyebrow.

"I'm surprised you're a doctor," she said. "You seem to have little patience with humanity in general, what with wanting to weed out lawyers and idiots. Aren't you supposed to be interested in the opposite?"
Dr. Gregory House: with stethoscopedr_greghouse_md on January 17th, 2007 11:32 pm (UTC)
"I became a doctor so I could treat illnesses, but factoring in the treating patients part is what makes me impatient. You don't have to like treating patients in order to be a good doctor; you just need to be good at what you do."

House reached for his beer and took a long sip, keeping his eyes trained on Stacy the whole time. Once he set the bottle back down, he leaned forward and braced his elbows against the table again.

"I'm pretty sure it's the same for you. You became a lawyer to practice law. Maybe to defend justice, though law and justice aren't synonymous no matter how much they actually should be. But just because you became a lawyer to practice law doesn't mean you automatically like the people you defend. It just means you have to be a hell of a good actor in order to get your big check at the end of it."

He closed his hand around his beer and tapped it lightly on the table top. "Me, on the other hand, I don't have to be nice in order for people to pay me. Usually wanting to live overrules how much of an asshole your treating doctor might be."
Stacy Warner: h/s hugharvard_law on January 17th, 2007 11:40 pm (UTC)
She nodded-- he was right, though it wasn't what she expected. Most doctors she met would talk about how much they loved saving patients-- all that crap about the greater good of humanity. His honesty, though unorthodox, was nice to see.

"I wanted to be a lawyer because I liked arguing with people. And because I liked being right," she said. "Of course, the reasons on my admissions essays were much more complicated than that. But at it's simplest, that's what it was."

Her lips curled in a smile, and she watched his hands for a moment as his fingers brushed against the beer bottle. And then she looked back at him.

"Do you normally do a big, elaborate, personality analysis of people you meet at the bar?" she asked, "Because you sound like you have my entire personality figured out, just based on the fact that I'm a lawyer."
Dr. Gregory House: b&w house and stacydr_greghouse_md on January 17th, 2007 11:52 pm (UTC)
He smirked again, watching her face closely. "What vocation people choose to be normally says a lot about their personality. On the surface, anyway. It's more revealing when they actually start talking about their job because then you can figure out if they do what they do because they're ambitious or because their parents were ambitious for them. Depending on the job, of course."

He studied her face for another moment. "You're obviously good in the courtroom," he continued. "You're good at maintaining composure. Something might surprise you, but you deliberately take it in your stride because you know that if you do you'll have a greater chance of winning and convincing people of your argument."

He paused again. "You say I don't seem like a doctor because my attitude doesn't match the profession. And you're right - it doesn't. But if you're genuinely surprised by that, then you certainly didn't show it."

He lifted his beer again for another drink. "Makes me wonder what you're like beyond that composed veneer of yours."
Stacy Warner: black and whiteharvard_law on January 17th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)
She laughed softly.

"I didn't say I was surprised. It just wasn't what I expected."

For a moment, she looked at him and decided to give it a stab of her own-- he was certainly interesting enough.

"Your lack of interest in patients just tells me that there was something else that made you want to become a doctor, since you don't seem like the type to give into parental pressure," she said, watching him. She took the moment to study him, then continued.

"You like puzzles," she said. "It's obvious by the way you keep analyzing me, trying to figure out every little detail just from what I do. You like figuring out puzzles-- that's evident from the smug look on your face right now. And medicine, particularly the difficult cases, gives you that challenge."

She stopped then, looking at him and smirking.

"See? I can do it, too."
Dr. Gregory House: smugdr_greghouse_md on January 18th, 2007 12:02 am (UTC)
He swallowed his mouthful of beer and set the bottle down on the table before leaning his elbows against the table once more. There was another smirk on his face, though this time he looked impressed.

Intelligence was very sexy to House. But more to the point, intelligence that was used intelligently. What was even sexier was a woman who could use her intelligence with confidence, without seeming like she was trying to come on too strong.

He deliberately flirted silently by holding her eye contact for a long moment before he sat back, dropping his hands to his lap. "You'd be a crap lawyer if you couldn't."
Stacy Warner: Stacyharvard_law on January 18th, 2007 12:08 am (UTC)
She caught the change in his expression-- it was momentary, but there, and right now, she just chose to take it, not exploit it. He seemed like the kind of man that made his own opinions, and the one of her was already made. And she'd just let everything take its course. She was interested, and though she was making that clear, she didn't want to suffocate him.

"So," she murmured, watching him, "Now we've moved past the boring part, as you called it. You know what I do, I know what you do, and we know why."

She smiled, catching his gaze again.

"What's next? Since you seem to be calling the shots in the conversation."
Dr. Gregory House: b&w house and stacydr_greghouse_md on January 18th, 2007 12:39 am (UTC)
House kept his eyes on her as he lifted his beer to his mouth again for another drink. A number of different topics of conversation went through his mind, but all of them seemed pointless. He didn't like smalltalk, even if smalltalk was good for the flirting factor. But, then again, House wasn't big on doing things the conventional way. There wasn't much point in flirting with her if she was already with someone, was there?

He set his beer down. "You married?" he boldly asked, deciding to cut straight to the chase.
Stacy Warner: house & stacyharvard_law on January 18th, 2007 12:44 am (UTC)
She shook her head.


It was strange. But watching him, the way he was talking to her, made her feel more impulsive. So she made it simple for him, leaning forward, and almost closer to him.

"Single," she replied. "If I wasn't, I probably wouldn't hang around bars, buying drinks for random, good-looking doctors."
Dr. Gregory House: so housedr_greghouse_md on January 18th, 2007 12:55 am (UTC)
He took note of the way she leaned in closer, and gave her smirk. "Tossing in the compliments for good measure, huh?"

House then likewise leaned in if only to close the space just a little more. "It would be a pity if you were hitting on a married, good-looking doctor, though, wouldn't it? Then again, some of you women love that kind of thing."

He sat back, still smirking; he hadn't really confirmed either way if he was single or not.
Stacy Warnerharvard_law on January 18th, 2007 01:21 am (UTC)
She cocked an eyebrow.

"You're not wearing a wedding ring."

She gestured to his hand, watching as he leaned closer-- his body language more than indicated that he wasn't married. Though-- he was right-- it would be a pity if he was.

But he leaned back, and she shrugged, a small smile settling on her lips, but not much else.

"I could leave, if you like."
Dr. Gregory House: b&w house and stacydr_greghouse_md on January 18th, 2007 01:22 am (UTC)
"I don't have to wear a wedding band in order to be married," he pointed out.

Watching her sit back, House then leaned back in to indicate that he wasn't planning on going anywhere, so why should she?

But as for saying she could leave if he liked? No, he wouldn't have really liked that.

"It would be a shame if you did," he replied.
Stacy Warner: h/s hugharvard_law on January 18th, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)
She smiled softly.

"I won't, then."

She took his words to mean that he wasn't married, and kept watching him-- he leaned back in, which she took as an indication of him not intending to go anywhere anytime soon. And she found herself wanting to know more.

"So I take it you don't like small talk, and you like to get to the point," she said. "So if you have questions, ask them. I'm not much for small talk, either."
Dr. Gregory House: b&w house and stacydr_greghouse_md on January 18th, 2007 01:43 am (UTC)
"Smalltalk is a boring way to get to know someone," House replied. "I really couldn't give a crap what you think about the weather or about politics - no point discussing stuff that's not going to change, no matter how much of an opinion you have on it."

He shifted on the seat and stretched his legs out, his foot accidentally nudging against hers. Again, House had a series of questions to ask her go through his head, but did he knew what she did for a living, he knew she was single, and he didn't need to ask her age because he could see just by looking at her that she was near enough to his age.

And House, for some reason, felt extremely attracted to her. Maybe it was her eyes, or maybe it was her confidence. The fact that she didn't seem overly bothered by his attitude - yet, anyway. Plus, House wasn't one to tread lightly or cautiously. She was, after all, just a random woman in a bar who happened to buy him a drink - he was planning on keeping things random because he really had nothing to lose.

"We'll stick with the big stuff," he continued, leaning in a little closer. "More fun if you do things in the dark. Can I have your phone number?"
Stacy Warner: black and whiteharvard_law on January 18th, 2007 01:47 am (UTC)
She nodded.

She made no effort to move away from him-- he kept leaning closer, and she found that kind of confidence attractive-- but then again, he kept watching her, and that stare of his would probably make her forgive a lot of things.

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a pen and then grabbed a napkin on the other side of the table, as she had no paper, and wrote her phone number on it.

Smirking, she slid it into the pocket of his jacket.

Dr. Gregory House: b&w house and stacydr_greghouse_md on January 18th, 2007 02:03 am (UTC)
He glanced down and watched her hand slipping the paper into his pocket before he looked back up to her.

"Wow, that was easy," he said. "I could've just skipped straight to the 'give me your phone number' part back when you bought me the beer."

He gave her smartass smile, though his attention was taken by one of his teammates shouting his name out from across the bar. Annoyed, House looked away from Stacy to the guy who called out, and he saw him waving at House to join them.

He looked back to Stacy, back to his teammates and then back to her, as if debating what to do.

"Tell you what," he said, picking his beer up. He sculled back the last of it first and then thumped the bottle down onto the table, and looked back to her. "I know your name, you know mine, I got your number. This kind of thing will be a lot more fun without idiots shouting at me to join their table every five minutes. So, how about we put the get to know you crap on hold for now, and I'll give you a call later."

He winked at her and started to shift out of the booth.
Stacy Warner: black and whiteharvard_law on January 18th, 2007 02:07 am (UTC)
She almost snorted at his initial comment, but said nothing, shaking her head in amusement.


His teammates yelled out for him to join them again, and she sighed, but kept watching him.

"You do that, then."

She debated doing something here-- shaking his hand, kissing his cheek-- but then decided on nothing, since he didn't seem like the type. She smiled instead, her gaze meeting his, and then stepped back, leaving the bar.