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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."
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