Who: Shawn Spencer and Greg House What: Dickin around watchin movies. Guy stuff Where: Shawn's big empty place Warnings: NC-17! Totally joshin ya. Um prolly just language. They're foul mouthed.
"One medium with everything on it and one medium Hawaiian. Nah, I don't need drinks. That much? Kay. Thanks." Shawn hung up the phone, tossing it to the side of him on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. Grabbing the remote, he idlely began flipping through channels, looking for anything that might be vagely entertaining enough to distract him until his guest arrived. No point in starting a movie that would probably get veto'd as soon as 'Stein got here anyway.