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09/08/2007 11:22:00
[info]ineedavicodin
Who: Greg House and OPEN
What: He's bored
Where: Mac's Pub
When: This weekend


He;d gone to the pub once, with Harry Dresden. He would never admit he was hoping to see the guy again. Purely curiosity, of course. The man claimed to be a wizard, and Greg was fascinated by that. He was intrigued, his interest peaked. So he went to the one place he knew the man frequented and hoped he'd wander in. The chances were slim, but House liked a good challenge.

He's sipping Mac's Ale, and there's a half eaten steak in front of him. Like the beer, it's far better than any slab of meat he could find anywhere else in the city. Even if the wizard doesn't show up, he's content.

Tags: harry dresden, greg house

 
Comments
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/10/2007 22:18:17  

Never let it be said that Dresden chooses to disappoint.

So - hitting a usual haunt. I'm hungry and I have a couple dollars. Also, I haven't had a decent meal in over a week - maybe more. Rosa spoiled me, then disappeared. Sort of. I assume school got in the way. I've seen evidence of her existence.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/13/2007 20:23:51  

"Join me," Greg says from where he's sitting. "bonus points if you grab my steak for me." He jerks his head toward the counter where his plate is ready.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/13/2007 20:30:06  

If I didn't know the man was crippled - well, all right, I probably would've gotten his food anyway, but eh -

"Sure." And bless Mac for having mine up when I got in - or was it ordered for me by my impromptu host here?

I slide the plates onto the table without spilling my ale - I think I should win some type of award.

"How's the healing sick people business?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/13/2007 22:11:23  

"The thing about sick people is there's never a deficit." This is said with a bit or a sneer, but the steak makes up for it.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/13/2007 22:20:38  

"Same for crack pots. I feel your pain."

Steak's good though. Mac is the best.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/13/2007 22:55:10  

"It's a cruel, cruel world out there." Greg bites into the steak, and almost orgasmic look crossing his features for a moment.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/13/2007 23:09:44  

I have to laugh - I've known days like that.

Resorting to words of the cavemen: "Good steak?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/14/2007 16:26:06  

"The worst ever.Maybe you shouldn't eat that one, you know. Just to be safe."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/14/2007 17:52:07  

"Nice try. I don't give up steak until I'm sure it's not fit to eat."

Which is 'when my dog snubs it'. Not very often.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/14/2007 18:31:31  

"Well, if you get sick, make sure you go to a different hospital, or I'll have to rub it in cause I told you so." Meanwhile, he takes another bite with much the same reaction, the follows it with a generous sip of Ale.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/14/2007 20:11:07  

"If I get sick, I'll go to whichever hospital is closest. 'I told you so's' won't hurt me."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/15/2007 11:32:26  

"Maybe, maybe not. How's the hand?" Eyes flickered to the hand in question.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/15/2007 11:41:33  

I hold up my still-gloved hand and twitch a couple fingers.

"Still attached. In my life - that's a plus."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/15/2007 18:35:16  

"So all that magic, and you can't fix it yourself?"
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/15/2007 19:42:39  

"Not the burns, no. However, because of the magic is why I still have a hand. Healing magic isn't my forte and the guy I know who's good at it, did what he could. It's getting better, slowly."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/15/2007 19:54:23  

Still seems like a crap deal." He sipped his ale casually, watching Harry across the table. "I mean, it kind of seems unfair."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/15/2007 20:40:46  

"What? That I have access to power that I can use to blow things up, but not to heal my hand?"

I shrug.

"Not really. If I'd spent time focusing on healing magic, I would be able to heal my hand. The ironic side of things is that had I been a healer, I wouldn't need to heal my hand."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/15/2007 21:08:04  

"Huh. See, they never tell you things like that. I never knew you had to pick which area to specialise in. Makes it sound like being a wizard is like being a doctor."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/15/2007 21:18:44  

"I suppose I could specialize in a lot of other areas, but then I'd spend all of my time learning and perfecting and none of my time actually getting anything done. So, it probably is a lot like being a medical specialist."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/15/2007 21:24:20  

"Still seems kind of shitty." He shrugs, stuffs a fork in his mouth. The steak is just too good. "So how do you decide what to specialise in?"
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/15/2007 21:42:54  

"It's just what I was best at." I shrug. "Kind of an angry kid. Emotions fuel magic. I had a lot of anger, anger does good with fire, I'm good with fire magic."

At least, that's the way I see it.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/15/2007 22:02:08  

"Makes sense I guess." He's almost finished the steak. Pity, that. He cuts smaller pieces to make it last longer.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/15/2007 22:24:01  

My steak's about the same size as his now - I'd eat slower, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to finish the thing for someone squawking at me for some reason or another.

"Sometimes things do that."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/15/2007 22:38:51  

(greg and harry)
"Only sometimes," Greg clarifies, because that needs to be stated. The last bite of steak is followed by a draining of his drink. He's more than satisfied.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/15/2007 23:07:30  

Re: (greg and harry)
"Yup."

I arch an eyebrow over the top of my bottle of ale.

"Must not have been too bad, since you hoovered it."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/15/2007 23:17:14  

Re: (greg and harry)
"Oh, and you didn't?"
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/15/2007 23:26:37  

Re: (greg and harry)
"I went a little slower than you did."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/16/2007 09:10:29  

Re: (greg and harry)
"Only a little." Greg eyes the meat still standing on Harry's plate.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/16/2007 14:15:10  

Re: (greg and harry)
"Trust me, if you try to thieve it, you'll pull back a stump." I even offer a bit of a dog-like growl for emphasis.

Ya just don't get away with snatching a man's steak off his plate. There's not but three or four bites left anyway.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/16/2007 16:49:14  

Re: (greg and harry)
"I don't want your germs." Greg makes a face.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/16/2007 17:37:01  

Re: (greg and harry)
"Good."

I finish off my steak and pull the last few drops of ale from the bottle.

"What do you want?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/16/2007 17:56:09  

Re: (greg and harry)
"Why do you think I want anything?"
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/16/2007 18:32:44  

Re: (greg and harry)
I shrug.

"Everybody wants something."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/16/2007 18:56:21  

Re: (greg and harry)
"I want you to hook my up with your healing guy. See what he can do for my leg."
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/16/2007 19:36:15  

Re: (greg and harry)
I wince. He's not going to like my answer.

"I could, but two things - we're not speaking and unless that's a recent injury, I doubt there's much he could do."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/16/2007 19:54:09  

Re: (greg and harry)
"So what good is the magic if it's not effective?"
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/16/2007 20:44:25  

Re: (greg and harry)
"It is effective, but it's not like Hollywood, man. You don't get something for nothing. And the older the injury, the less likely the magic will work to correct it."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/16/2007 21:10:05  

Re: (greg and harry)
He does not like this answer. He grunts. "Then what's the point?"
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/16/2007 21:29:10  

Re: (greg and harry)
"I don't know."

I don't have all the answers. Never claimed to. I only know what I know.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/17/2007 21:07:38  

Re: (greg and harry)
Another grunt. He's finished his ale. He wants another but he's too lazy to move to get one.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/17/2007 21:35:43  

Re: (greg and harry)
This could go on for a while - this silence and not doing anything.

I'll wait it out for now.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/18/2007 17:01:19  

Re: (greg and harry)
Greg House is the king of waiting out a silence. He settles back in his seat. He's too stubborn to do otherwise.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/18/2007 20:01:20  

Re: (greg and harry)
Like I said - this could go on for a while.

Mac's brought us more beer - which is odd for Mac, but maybe he realizes the guy's got a bum leg and is just being nice.

Works for me. I nod my thanks to Mac and he toddles back to the bar.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/18/2007 21:24:29  

Re: (greg and harry)
Greg acknowledges Mac's delivery with a nod, and a grateful sip.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/18/2007 22:12:48  

Re: (greg and harry)
Mac's ale is the best stuff in the city. He'll even sell you a couple bottles - or more - to take home with you. Of course, under the assumption that you don't actually consume it until you get home. Mac's a stickler for the 'designated driver'. Guess he doesn't want his product associated with the deaths of idiots.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/18/2007 22:42:33  

Re: (greg and harry)
Greg is content, for the moment to drink in silence and observe the other patrons in the place. He's a little bit envious of those who have steak, but really he couldn't eat another bit.
From: [info]wizard_dresden Date: 09/18/2007 22:48:18  

Re: (greg and harry)
I tip my bottle at him and give him a nod.

This works for me.

I like conversations where I don't have to say anything.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/18/2007 22:58:30  

Re: (greg and harry)
That's exactly the kind of conversation Greg prefers.
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09/24/2007 11:17:00
[info]walnutgingertea
home, then Cook County Hospital


Cameron spent some time analyzing and over-analyzing recent events and came up with little more than confusing conclusions. Fear. Questions. More fear. And a lot more questions.

None of this should be bothering her as much as it is, but since he's being not-at-all-like-himself, it's creeping her out. The only viable conclusion she's been able to come to is that he's pushing her away. That thought, though, is pissing her off.

However, if he wants to play games, then games it shall be.





She'd stopped by a drug store for a real-estate guide on her way in, it's on the table in front of her.

From most angles, she looks no different than usual - lab coat all around, hair tucked up off her neck - today in a carefully arranged bun that is sufficiently touseled to look stylish. But, if she were to rise and walk around the room, the lab coat would part to provide a view of tighter-than-usual black suede pants and a purple and black corset. There's a fitted jacket that matches the pants, but it's hanging on the coat rack. The shoes appear to be closer to torture devices than foot-coverings.

If he's going to push, she'll at least look the part of the scorned woman.

Tags: allison cameron

 
Comments
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/26/2007 17:06:41  

He came in, seven minutes late. He had no reason to be late, though he looked a bit disheveled. He hung his leather coat on the hook, and his blue shirt was more wrinkled than usual.

He says nothing to her, but sits down at his desk and pretends to sort his mail.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/26/2007 20:05:56  

She heard him enter. The only thing she asks is: "Are you going to hire the rest of your team or abuse the hell out of the one team member you have?" Her recently painted fingernails click over the computer keyboard. It's anyone's guess what she's doing, though the images of stiffly coifed people in red blazers might be an indication.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/26/2007 22:06:42  

"I don't need a team." He doesn't look up at her, and even though he's not really looking at her, he can see the shirt she's wearing under her coat Only, it's not exactly a shirt. he looks up, but the coat isn't open enough to get a decent look, and so he turns his attention back to his mail. He's not going to appear interested.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/26/2007 22:16:21  

"Right."

She makes some notes on a legal pad and flips through a few pages in the real-estate guide. That closed, she tugs a file from the center of the table, flips through that, reading it, scanning symptoms and previous treatments. It's boring and nothing House would be interested in, but it's all they've got at the moment.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/26/2007 22:59:27  

"If you're lonely, we can get you a bald cancer kid." He's not interested in the file. Her expression is neutral, it's a cut and dry case. No challenge.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/26/2007 23:09:34  

"I'm not lonely. But you do need a team."

She makes a couple notes in the chart, then waves it over her shoulder. "You also need to sign this. Kid's gonna be fine. Case is so boring, it solved itself."

A few more keystrokes on the laptop.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/26/2007 23:20:51  

"Why do I need a team? I haven't killed anyone yet." He snatches the file from her hand. With her arm stretched over her shoulder, her coat has fallen open a bit more. He still can't see from the angle he's at, but something just seems off.

"What are you wearing?" He's not looking at her, he's signing his name in all the right places.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/26/2007 23:28:53  

"You need a team because you told the Dean you were hiring a team. The last I checked 'team' was not one person. Besides, what if I can't come in for some reason?"

She still hasn't looked back at him. She's playing his game well, no?

To answer his query of 'What are you wearing?', she replies, "A lab coat."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/27/2007 19:11:16  

"What are you wearing under the ab coat?" The team discussion will have to wait. He's focused.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/27/2007 19:16:28  

Without looking at him - still: "Clothes. Is this relevant to our discussion about your lack of a team?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/27/2007 19:52:35  

"It could be. I need to know the new trends in fellowship applicant's apparel."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/27/2007 20:02:43  

Finally, she rises from the chair and turns to face him, hands on her hips, idly holding back the lab coat. "What? You don't like it?"

She's surprisingly stable on her feet considering her shoes.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/27/2007 20:22:59  

"Those aren't clothes, Cameron. That's torture."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/27/2007 20:27:01  

She shrugs lightly. "I'm comfortable."

She's gotten used to the shoes and the corset doesn't bother her at all.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/27/2007 20:34:03  

"Right." Greg scratches at his chin. "No woman is comfortable dressed like that. So that begs the question, why are you dressed like Cat Woman?"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/27/2007 21:20:45  

"You have a problem with the way I'm dressed?" She waves a hand from her shoulders to her hips.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/27/2007 21:41:26  

"Why would I care who you're dressed?" Even if he is insanely curious why she's dressed like that.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/27/2007 21:45:32  

She tips her head. "You asked, with an air of concern, what I was wearing. Obviously you do care."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/27/2007 22:08:14  

"Doesn't mean I care." Greg scoffs. "Clearly, I think you're an idiot."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/27/2007 22:15:18  

Another shrug. "That's no different from before. You think everyone's an idiot."

Like this conversation. If he doesn't care, there's no point in asking. If he does care, saying something more than the House equivalent of 'OMG! What the hell is that!?' would work better.

Frustrating bastard.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/27/2007 22:31:55  

"Then you shouldn't be offended." Bright eyes stare back at her, unflinching.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/27/2007 22:40:44  

"I'm not," she states, defiantly. "You're the one with the problem."

She turns to close her laptop and put her things away. "I'm going to the lab. I have work to do."

It's not a question. It's a statement. She stows her laptop on her desk and the bag beneath it. Rummaging through either will reveal little more than plans to re-list the house and a grocery list that consists of: Midol, tampons and ice cream.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/28/2007 19:09:34  

Of course he looks. He can't help himself. But he should have known there wouldn't be much of interest. Except the papers that look like she intends to sell her house. The house she just bought. The dust from her moving in hadn't even settled yet.

He frowns, and trudges off after her, flinging the door open and sauntering into the lab. He says nothing, but drops the papers in front of her, unconcerned with whatever she's working on.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/28/2007 19:29:24  

She shifts the papers out of the way to continue her tests. At the moment, she's not interested in talking to him Though, she is aware that he is, apparently, VERY interested in talking to her.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/28/2007 19:38:05  

"Uncle Sam usually questions people who relist a house less than a week after they've bought it"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/28/2007 20:59:39  

"Extenuating circumstances. Uncle Sam will just have to get over it."

The microscope in front of her must have found the most amazing thing ever, since her eyes are glued to it.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/28/2007 23:40:59  

"Yeah? What circumstances? Can't afford the rent? Or you can afford the rent, but not the water after you et the shower run for over an hour?"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/28/2007 23:55:30  

She doesn't snort of sniff or pull a face, she's still peering through the microscope. "It's a house, I don't pay rent. And the water bill's not a problem."

It was difficult to resist the urge to yell 'fuck you' and leave.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 00:02:31  

"Then what is?"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 00:05:50  

"I can't believe I have to spell this out - but you." She fights off the urge to say 'again', because that would put too much credit to his claim that they shouldn't be doing 'this' - whatever 'this' is.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 00:14:43  

"I what?" He leans in and kisses her, his hand covering the lens of her microscope.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 00:21:42  

She pushes him away. Right now, she doesn't want to kiss him; she's not sure she wants him this close.

"You think you can scare the fucking hell out of me and a kiss will make it all better?" she snarls. "I didn't fall off my bike and skin my knee Mom."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 00:25:56  

"And how is taking the fucking soap from you scaring the hell out of you? Because I was nice? Because, oh my god, the bastard really does have a soft side? Fuck, Cameron. that's fucked."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 00:37:39  

"Right. I'm fucked for expecting you to be you." She pushes the stool back, a few more inches away from him. "I'm fucked for accepting who you are and then expecting you to be that, then freaking out when you're not." She folds her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes at him. "Tell me how that's fucked up, House."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 00:42:16  

"I'm never going to be who you want me to be." Not exactly an answer, more like a cop out, taking the coward's way out.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 00:59:12  

There's no holding back this time. "Fuck you. I should have known there wasn't an ounce of compassion in that shriveled-up, walnut-sized heart of yours."

And for the millionth time since this whole thing with him started, she doesn't throw out barbs about his relationship with Stacy. Her morals and those 'girlie' feelings won't let her - she knows what Stacy means to him and she won't hurt him with anything like that. She just can't.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 01:42:28  

"Should I take that to mean you finally understand why I told you this would never work?" He snatched up the relisting papers and ripped them in half, and threw the two parts back down on the counter.

Cane in hand, he turned to leave the lab.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 01:57:54  

And there's almost a smile on her face.

"No. You should take this to be why you're not coming over this weekend."

There's a LOT that has to happen between now and 'when House gets his head out of his ass' before he can come in again. So sayeth the voices in Cameron's head - the moral majority anyway. There is that one devilish pixie propped up on a wall snickering and telling her that she *know* she's gonna let him in.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 02:01:04  

"Should I wait till you run out of groceries?" He stalks to the dor and pushes it open with his cane.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 02:17:55  

All he gets is a look.

Of course, what he may not realize is that he can clear all this up with an explanation of what the hell was going on. However, Cameron won't tell him that unless he asks, which he won't; and even if he does and she tells him, he won't explain anyway, so that leaves her, pretty much, back where she started.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 09:11:04  

He doesn't think there is anything to explain. He found out about her new house. He took Chinese. He sat up in bed all night with her. They had shower sex, which he believed she liked. And then she freaked out on him. That's what needs to be explained, if anything.

He's not looking back. He's moving through the hallway like a cat stalking prey. He has no destination in mind. He has no case to work. He has no reason to stay.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 12:23:10  

She's standing just outside the door to the lab.

"You're a jackass, House."

Arms folded over her chest, she leans against the wall.

"Not only that, but you're a selfish jackass. Not everything is all about you."

She wants him to care - she likes that he tried (sort of). The problem is, she doesn't know why. If she thought it was about getting his way or reciprocating, she'd be okay, but this was something else. She doesn't know how, but she could tell and it's freaking her out that she can't figure out why he was doing it. Once she understands his motives, she'll be fine.

Somewhere in her crazy head, she's wondering if he's afraid this will turn out the way his relationship with Stacy did - she'll leave because he makes her miserable or whatever the reason was. And in that same space of crazy brain, she wants to yell at him that she's not Stacy. Right there's where that morality voice kicks in and tells her she probably shouldn't do that.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 19:41:22  

"And you're wasting your time." He doesn't turn around, or stop walking. He has nothing more to say to her. In a day or two, the whole thing will blow over, she'll forget about it.
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 19:51:13  

Except this is Cameron. She remembers slights from grade school.

"Why'd you leave?" she yells after him. 'Following him. Not fast enough to catch up, but enough to close some of the distance.
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 20:19:43  

He turns around then, hand on his cane as if it were holding him up. "Why would I stay?"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 20:23:08  

"Not the lab."

Cameron resists the urge to snort in derision at him and roll her eyes.

"The other day - why'd you leave?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 20:50:43  

"Again, why would I stay?"
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 21:08:55  

"I asked you why you left. It seems unfair for you to ask me why you left. Or why you would stay."

She folds her arms over her chest again and sighs. "So either you don't know why you left or your ashamed of the reason why you would've stayed."

A light shrug. "I just want to know why you thought it was okay to disregard the well-being of your gracious hostess."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 21:43:05  

He shakes his head. "Gracious hostess." He nods, but it's condescending at best. "I brought dinner. I gave you money for groceries. And you were the gracious host. Maybe that's why I left."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 22:01:58  

"Perhaps you missed where I left the majority of what you gave me for groceries on the counter - change." She blinks slowly. "Only you didn't, because it was gone when I went to the kitchen later that day."

"Not that that's the point. It's my house. I didn't have to let you in at all - food or not. And since you feel the need to snoop - I don't have to agree to give you a space in my home for your piano."

A pause.

"Or anything else."

She takes a breath. "You may not be a psychologist, but you know when things aren't right. From a medical perspective, what you did was incorrigible."
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 22:36:51  

"I am not," the cane came up, pointing, "having this conversation," the cane dropped back to the floor with a muted thud, "with you."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 22:42:15  

"Who then? The janitor?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/29/2007 23:25:04  

"The conversation would be more stimulating."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/29/2007 23:32:34  

"Should I change into coveralls and carry a mop?"

Her shoes make clicking noises against the tile floor as she walks closer to him.

"Why are you so afraid to talk to me?"
From: [info]ineedavicodin Date: 09/30/2007 00:22:16  

"I have nothing to say. Not the same as being afraid to say anything."
From: [info]walnutgingertea Date: 09/30/2007 00:59:32  

She sniffs, turns on a heel and strides back to the lab. Tired of the games; tired of the bullshit; she's got other things to do.
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