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 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."