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Peace out, bitches. (drsnarkfest) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-01-25 22:34:00

Entry tags:

greg house, jack dent

Who: House the monolegged, and Jack Dent
What: Escapades; because they can, and House needs friends.
When: Now- so Friday Evening, California time.
Warnings: None yet, although with these two, copious flirting and questionable situations.

Greg had decided to err on the side of caution and take the Charger to Jack's apartment, revving the engine as he slid to a stop in front of his building, to try and get his attention. It was both showy, and prevented Greg from having to get out of the car and maneuver up the steps. Win/win.

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jumpinjackdent
2008-01-26 03:59 am UTC (link)

Jack had been getting on a jacket when he heard the noise, peering out the window to see Greg. In a ridiculously compensating car. Rolling his eyes, Jack shook his head, pulled on his boots and was out the door, locking it and grinning as he bounced down the stairs, getting to the car door and sliding into the front seat.

"Now, if I had a father who gave a damn and who was still alive and any array of conditions, he would say," And here he adapted a southern accent, though his own Kent accent sort of messed it up, "'You best be picking up a package, son, because you sure as hell ain't picking up my daughter.' Oh right, and in this situation, I would have to be a girl. Not a far leap, skip or jump, so there we are!" Jack slapped his palms against his thighs and smiled at Greg.

"Hullo, luv, and how are you?"

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drsnarkfest
2008-01-26 04:06 am UTC (link)

Greg watched the other man practically bounce out of his building, rolling his eyes in response. As he listened to the rattling, he adjusted himself in the seat, tucking his prosthetic back so his foot could reach the pedals more easily. Ray would probably be pissed at him for driving without ~~practice~~ supervision, but he was too damn cautious about everything.

And it wasn't like he could walk.

"I thought you were wanting me to be the lady tonight, Jack," He smirked a little, turning in his seat to face him. "Or are our plans changing?"

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	jumpinjackdent 2008-01-26 04:10 am UTC (link)
	"Can't we both be ladies?" Jack lay his head back against the head rest, his face hopeful in this weird exchange, "Then we could be lesbians, and oh, wouldn't that be hot?" He batted his eyelashes, his hand reaching over to fiddle with Greg's sleeve a bit for a moment before he grinned. "And plans always change with me, darling, you'll have to get used to it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

drsnarkfest
2008-01-26 04:15 am UTC (link)

The comment actually got a small chuckle, which quickly faded as he felt the hand on his sleeve. He didn't comment, though, for once deciding to let it slide- a big step for him, with someone so close to being a stranger. Maybe he just refused to see Jack as threatening. In any case, he batted at the hand with a half-assed glare before turning his attention back to the road.

"Fine, then. Where am I hauling your ass to now?"

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jumpinjackdent
2008-01-26 04:20 am UTC (link)

Jack sort of whilted slightly at the reaction to his touching-he had figured Greg wouldn't mind that side of the man, as Jack was touchy feely with just about everyone he knew-and awkwardly laughed, sitting back and away from the other man to give him space. He shrugged a bit at the question and raised his eyebrows as he watched the road as well.

"Oh, anywhere, Greg. I do believe a drug run was suggested, but I don't have prescription pads on me, blast the luck," He patted down himself to be sure before shaking his head, "Fresh out. Illegal drugs are always an option, of course, but I don't have a dealer. Do you? Oooh, wouldn't that be fun, going to a drug deal? Would we have guns? Would they have guns? I don't think I'd like that, actually. We might have them, but no guns for the dealers, thanks. Too Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels meets Priscilla Queen of the Desert, anyway."

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drsnarkfest
2008-01-26 04:28 am UTC (link)

He could tell the other man was shrinking back, but didn't know how to address it, so he bypassed it for the moment.

"So our choices are drugs, drag, drugs then drag... If you were really interested in the illegals, there's some pretty high-grade hash in the glove box; afraid that's all I've got on me, but it's enough to get you baking." He pulled up to a stoplight and popped the glove box, pulling out the box of joints. "Have at it,"

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jumpinjackdent
2008-01-26 04:36 am UTC (link)

"Oh, no, no no, Greg, dear!" Jack's eyes widened at the stash in the glove department, "Good lord, it's like a bad British mobster film. Oh, damn, am I Jack 'two shakes' Dent, and Lord knows how I got the nickname 'Two shakes' but there it is?" He took the joints, put them back in the glove and closed it, "There. Much better. Or rather, much more legal. Not in the care dear, for Christ sakes," He shook his head, "I remember days where people smoked in vans, but not chargers. And not while driving. At least, those I did it with didn't. Anyway, point is, I can get in drag without influence. And that is what we are here for, correct?" He had his mind on one thing, and that was seeing Greg in Drag. Who wouldn't want to see it, really? It would be like seeing Jules in drag without the effort of getting Jules in drag.

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drsnarkfest
2008-01-26 04:43 am UTC (link)

Greg chuckled a little at the vehemence of Jack's response. "Oh, please, I have a script. Besides, the wonderful thing about Santa Barbra? I apparently know the police." He shrugged as he watched Jack shove the joints back, eyes diverting back to the road.

"Fine, jeez. Way to cut to the chase. You're lucky this isn't a 'buy me a drink first' conversation. So- I take it we're West Hollywood bound?" He couldn't really think of anywhere else it would be particularly acceptable for two men to walk around in drag.

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jumpinjackdent
2008-01-26 04:48 am UTC (link)

"Are they real police, dear, or do they charge by the hour? Easy to mix them up, but I can give you a tip; standrad police uniforms do not included booty shorts," Jack grinned and crossed his arms as he leaned back in his seat.

"Oh yes, I do suppose we are. Now, I kind of have to bring up the stubble you are sporting, there, Gregory. It might give up the goose, as it were. Mind, you have everything but a females figure, which, don't get me wrong, I love about you, but isn't good for being a drag queen. Oh! Wait, what will be your name in drag, darling? And if you say your first pet's name and the street you grew up on, I'll slap you for being uncreative."

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drsnarkfest
2008-01-26 05:05 am UTC (link)

"Har, har. Actual police. Friends of a friend. And for the love of all that is holy, please don't make me consider that man in hot pants." He cringed for effect, before seeming thoughtful.

"Fine. I'll shave. But just this once. And as for names... Hm. I had a few. Unita Lei? Crystal Titz? For one brief engagement as a transvestite, I went by Connie Lingus. Take your pick." If he was putting on a serious facade, he was doing a pretty good job.

[ooc: Sorry, had to pick a drag name or three XD]

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	jumpinjackdent 2008-01-26 05:10 am UTC (link)
	Jack clapped his hands with glee, "Oh, you're shaving, how exciting! And Connie will do just nicely. You do know you have to tell me about at least one adventure as Trannie Greg, right?" He shifted a bit in his seat to face the man more, "This is absolutely delightful!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

drsnarkfest
2008-01-26 05:17 am UTC (link)

He couldn't help but smirk a little at the man's apparent glee; he was in a good enough mood to write this off as a 'so what if I did?' encounter, willing to see how far the other man was going to take it. A sort of crossdressing form of chicken. The thought made him grin even more.

"There's not much to tell. I got free drinks, the occasional free weed, and my pick of the fag hags in the place, considering the rest of the 'cast' was actually gay. It wasn't a bad way to spend a summer." Or two. But it was bad enough he did it, let alone went back.

They were fast approaching West Hollywood, and Greg was struck with the realization that he had no idea where he was going, past that. As the men got larger in number and smaller in clothing coverage, he looked around. "I'm guessing this is the place."

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jumpinjackdent
2008-01-26 05:21 am UTC (link)

"'Cast'? What, was it a review?" Jack was beyond interested, smiling broadly, "I bet you were quite the charmer. 'Hey ladies, I'll actually do you.'" He put on Greg's accent, ruining it with a giggle at the end.

Looking around, Jack wasn't interested really in the men at all, which was really the point of the lacking clothing, he assumed. They feel short of not only fabric but of catching his eye. "I never thought to myself 'Goodness, wouldn't that man be attractive were I to see more of his thighs?'" He noted before shrugging, "I don't know, dear, I've never been here."

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drsnarkfest
2008-01-26 05:24 am UTC (link)

"You thought I had my own show? Christ, no. I played piano and did some shitty lipsyncing. And- yes, generally speaking, all you had to do was show a bit of interest, and you were in. Kept me busy, when I felt like it," He seemed to be enjoying the trip down memory lane, looking for something that even slightly resembled a dress shop.

"Excuse me for living a stereotype, but I'm not exactly stopping and asking for directions to a dress shop."

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	jumpinjackdent 2008-01-26 05:30 am UTC (link)
	"I assumed you had your own routine, dearest, I think that highly of you!" Jack teased, before seeming impressed, "Well, well done, Greg House! A good way to earn money. And do you still keep in touch with the other ladies?" Jack thought about the last statement for a moment, "Is there a stereotype for the man who is looking for a dress to go drag in?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

drsnarkfest
2008-01-26 05:34 am UTC (link)

He actually seemed to think the question out. "I was talking more about a general male stereotype. But... I guess you're right."

At the next stoplight, he whistled out at a woman- erm, he hoped it was a man, once 'she' turned around- and shouted a quick question in spanish. A few pointed directions, and he made a kissing-noise before settling back in, shifting to get his left foot back on the pedals, to head off in the direction she'd said.

"Easy enough,"

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	jumpinjackdent 2008-01-26 05:43 am UTC (link)
	"Well, with that gorgeous Spanish of yours, how couldn't it be easy? Hell, I'm easy after hearing that," Jack laughed excitedly over everything that was happening. Truthfully, he had been joking from the get go, yet here they were. [ooc: Heading to bed to fight off pain! Will tag in morning! muah.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

drsnarkfest
2008-01-26 05:50 am UTC (link)

Another smirk, and he winked in Jack's direction with another fast string of Spanish, amounting to something wicked about his mother and a donkey. Just to see if he really understood.

Befor elong, they pulled up to the dress shop the queen had pointed them towards, and he cut the engine, looking around. "Last chance to back out before you get clucked at for not having balls by a man in a dress," Which could either mean the clerk in the shop, or him.

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jumpinjackdent
2008-01-26 05:58 am UTC (link)

Jack took a moment then smiled a slow smile, "Only when Father was busy, which was sadly was often-for the donkey, that is, often for the donkey." He learned Spanish in university years then avoided it like the plague.

"Darling, you told of your past, let me give you a glimpse of mine," Jack grinned, "I didn't have to be paid to dress up like a queer. I've always been." He gave a wink and got out of the car, stretching a bit and getting a look from a man passing by who seemed to have woken up that morning and thought 'To hell with clothes!' and threw on his dental floss for covering.

"Goodness."

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drsnarkfest
2008-01-26 06:11 am UTC (link)

An eyebrow rose- from both his understanding of the Spanish, and his comment on the dress- but Greg just gave a nod, taking a minute to peel himself out of the car. He was actually standing; hand wrapped tightly around the cane, leaning slightly heavier on it than normal, but otherwise standing and walking as usual.

At Jack's quiet exclamation, he glanced over, coughing as discretely as possible. "Damn. Is there some textile shortage I didn't know about?"

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jumpinjackdent
2008-01-26 02:59 pm UTC (link)

Jack was glad to see Greg mobile, really, and he smiled as the man came around the car. Nothing demeaning of course, just to himself, because he was willing to bet that leg or no leg, Greg could beat the shit out of him if needed.

"Oh, honey, he can't afford to cloth his ridiculously tanned body. The poor dear. I hope he gets a tele-a-thon or something," Jack shook his head, giving the show of a concerned man before looking at the shop, "Well, hullo, we're here! Come on, darling!"

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drsnarkfest
2008-01-26 04:52 pm UTC (link)

"West Hollywood, the new Ethiopia," Greg muttered to himself, shaking his head a little as he wandered to the door nudging it the extra bit open to passively hold it open for Jack, without actually standing back to do so.

Once inside, Greg stopped to look around, staking the place out. It seemed like a normal dress shop, if it catered to the Big And Tall Men's crowd. The... person of questionable gender behind the counter glanced up as they walked in, before going back to their magazine, leaving Jack and Greg to look in peace- at least for now.

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	jumpinjackdent 2008-01-26 05:31 pm UTC (link)
	Snickering softly and giving a soft, "Thank you' as he popped into the dress store, Jack's face lit up as he looked around, "Oh darling, look at this. This is perfect!" He was off to the races already, looking at dresses on a nearby rack and smiling broadly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	drsnarkfest 2008-01-26 05:40 pm UTC (link)
	Greg gave the cocktail dress Jack was holding out a Look, snorting softly. "You know I don't have the leg for that, Jacky," Note the singular, "I think I'm man enough for a full-on ballgown, thanks." Having to laugh at the sheer insanity of that sentence, he headed over to the rack of full-length gowns, rifling through them. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jumpinjackdent 2008-01-26 05:42 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, but won't we be over dressed?" He said, somehow managing to get actual concern into the sentence before he went to eye the ball gown's as well, secretly enjoying how Greg had called him Jacky, "I think a wonderful blue will be good for you, dearest. What do you think?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)