for Pamela

[misanthrope_md]

It was a short walk to House's hut (previously Cameron's hut) as he certainly hadn't been about to park his bike somewhere far away. He'd been right, he wasn't having trouble walking - in fact, being high made it a bit easier since his leg wasn't throbbing like usual. He and Pamela kept up their usual banter on the way, but mostly it was him making blind jokes and innuendos - she didn't seem to mind.

When they got there, he said, "Home sweet home. Here's the tour: bed is five paces straight in front of you."

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[misanthrope_md]

House sat back on the bed with the guitar, informing her, "You'll just have to trust me that it's a bitchin' looking guitar."

He thought for a second about what to play, and then finally settled on the opening lick from "Crazy on You." After all, it was a chick song from a chick band. Total panty peeler. Okay, and it was a bad-ass song too.

[extra-psychic.livejournal.com]

She tilts her head, chin lifted a little. He's not bad. Actually...he's really fucking good. And bonus points for not playing some folk song. She smiles and gives him a round of soft applause when he finishes.

"Color me impressed, Doc. You're a man of many talents."

[misanthrope_md]

"I'm good with my hands," House said, a hint of lewdness to his tone.

"I play the piano, too. Oh, and you know, perform surgery and shit."

[extra-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Nice," she says, suitably impressed. "Nice to know you're all humble and shit. Music, medicine, sex...anything you don't do?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Yup," House said seriously. "Run."

[extra-psychic.livejournal.com]

She tilts her head and shrugs. "Neither do I. Here... gimme that guitar. I think I can still figure out a couple chords."

[misanthrope_md]

House carefully handed her the guitar, being sure to turn it the right way. "Careful with it," he said. "I've got few pleasures left these days."

[extra-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Oh, relax," she tells him as she settles it in her lap and takes a few practice chords and strums it lightly. Once she has her bearings, she busts out a simple tune, just three chords that could be anything...until she starts to sing along.

"Twenty twenty twenty-four hours to go-oh
I wanna be sedated..."

[misanthrope_md]

House couldn't help but grin when she started singing. "Nice," he said, sounding amused. "I see you're good with your hands too."

[extra-psychic.livejournal.com]

"I don't know about that," she laughs. "I just know the Ramones."