First Entry!

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

House heads to his office and opens the door.  The office, from the outside, has glass walls.  It does not show what through the door shows.  He leans his head into the door, notes what he sees, leans back and looks through the glass, notes what he sees, before popping a few more pills and limping through the door.

Perhaps he needs to cut back on the medication.

Perhaps someone should tell him where he is?


Open until he gets a new one!

Comments

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

"Goes back to Jung, Freud...you know, those guys. Destruction is a guy's game. That's why we liked playing with the blocks in pre-school. Got to knock it over afterwards."

He sits there smiling at her, like a kid in a candy shop. He enjoys this.

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

At least one of them is.

"Destructive nature. That doesn't sound like you at all."

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

He props his head up on his hand.

"Well, looking after baby dolls hasn't seemed to change much for you, Cuddy. So, I'd say we're even."

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

"It has changed, actually, in the sense that she's someone who depends on me. But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

She arches an eyebrow.

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

"Nice, Cuddy...real nice."

He chuckles a little and sighs, before studying the people around, and noticing how they're getting drinks.

He stops one, carefully, with his cane, and orders a scotch.

The waitstaff briefly reminds him of Steve McQueen, and Stacy. It's best not to linger there for long at all.

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

"Just taking a cue from your book."

She leans back in her chair again, getting comfortable, and that's when she notes his drink of choice.

"Little early in the day, don't you think?"

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

"Maybe for you," he responds, letting the rat pass. "Little early to be fondling yourself in public, isn't it?"

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

She raises an eyebrow.

"And you're referring to what, exactly?"

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

He grins at her, chuckling. "Playing with those pearls like you're not wanting someone to comment."

He's giving her shit because he can. It's fun.

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

"So an unconscious motion automatically warrants comment?"

From House, apparently, it does.

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

He reaches in his pocket and shakes a quickly emptying bottle of Vicodin, before taking a couple out, and taking them.

"I suppose it does," he answers, daring her to say something.

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

She doesn't comment on the Vicodin.

He's doing it to get a rise out of her, and for that reason alone, she doesn't allow her reaction to show.

There is, however, a telltale shifting of her weight in the chair.

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

He notices it. It's practically like her screaming at him.

"So, sawing someone's head open today, okay, boss?"

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

"Mmm. I thought that fell under the category of 'things you try to get me to sign off on'," she replies.

Cuddy masks a smirk behind her coffee cup.

[useslatin.livejournal.com]

He pouts, "If Wilson asked, you'd let him. Please, Mommy?"

He looks around the place a little.

"That window over there. I like it."

Of course he'd like that window.