Who: House, Sir Integral Hellsing [Open to All]
What: Arrives unexpectedly in the LA area
Where: La Brea Tar Pits Tourist Center
When: 12:27 p.m.
Rating: PG13 -- Drugs and Language, or, the Epitome of House
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"I'm sorry? Did you say something? I was distracted by your low-cut blouse. It reminded me of the melon stand at the county fair," House said as he limped into the elevator, his cane clutched in one hand and his red coffee mug in the other.
"You can't
leave. You still owe me three clinic hours today!"
Cuddy was exasperating. But that was no different than any other day. Except that today her blouse seemed to be a little bit lower than usual. Or maybe that was just House imagining that it was a little lower than usual. She obviously wanted him. Nothing like cleavage at lunch time to get a man going! And Cuddy was so good at cleavage. Even when she wasn't trying to be. Was it her secret talent? Maybe it was a superhero power. Albeit a lame one. Flying would be cooler. Or turning your own flesh into a Capri Sun state ala
Alex Mack. But poor Cuddy. Her only super endowment was her -- well,
super endowment.
The elevator door began to close and House leaned to the side to catch the last glimpse of her disgruntled face before he headed upstairs.
"Does anyone actually buy that line? Seriously. How many times must I say? I won't have sex with you! Not at work!"
( Good god! Is that woman wearing a fanny pack?! )