Music blared from a non-descript brick building in New Jersey, as the door opened and closed. "House, why did you bring me to a strip club?"
"What? Are you afraid the little wifey will get mad that you saw a pair of tits?" The scruffy one of the two men spoke as they stood outside of the club. The clean cut brunette tensed and shot his companion a berating glance.
"Oh relax maybe you can find a needy stripper to play with." House snarked as he hobbled towards the entrance, the oncologist following closely behind. As the two men entered the building they were met with the sight of the typical strip club.
There was a catwalk in the center of the dimly lit room, sporting several poles along its length. The edges of the stage were lined with lights, chairs and small tables littered the remaining area of the club.
On the far side of the room was a bar with about ten stools, may of which were occupied. The duo parked themselves at the bar where House proceeded to twirl his cane. "What can I get you?" A thick french accent announced over the blaring music. Without turning his attention away from the occupied stage, House ordered a scotch. "Its his treat." He emphasized with a jab of the cane in Wilson's direction. With a roll of his eyes the aforementioned man ordered the same.
"Whatever." The woman answered before turning to the liquor bottles. House finally turned around only to meet a pair of glaring mismatched eyes. "Twelve." She huffed out glaring intently at House. "Wilson pay the woman." With a sigh he did so and watched the black haired woman leave.
"What was that about?" House asked as his eyes scanned the woman's body. A pair of black stilettos led to a pair of black leather pants. A graphic tee stating " I can only please one person a day, today is not your day and tomorrow doesn't look good either." covered a slim torso. A fair skinned, heart shaped face housed one brown eye and one bright hazel one. the whole image was topped with black pixie cut hair. "Maybe it had something to do with how you rudely ignored her?" Wilson stated as if it was the most obvious thing int he world.
"What else could she expect with naked women walking around everywhere." House placed his cane up on the bar before picking up his glass and drinking from it. "Hey crippy park your cane elsewhere." The melodic french voice was back. "Awww come on barkeep I'm handicapped." House whined with a pout. "Like I give a shit move it or I'll move it for you."
Once again a harsh glare reached the french woman's eyes. "Elphie leave the man alone." A deep voice commanded. A tall burly man came up behind the young woman, placing his hand on her shoulder .With a violent shove the man's hand left her body. "Keep your hands off me Dan." With one last vicious glare the woman left the bar and headed to the baby grand piano on the far side of the stage. "Whats up her ass?" House questioned the burly blond man in front of him.
A few chords sounded from the piano as House turned towards his new mystery. "Whats her name?" Wilson asked with a curious tone. "Delphine Corinne Fournier. I call her Elphie. Though she prefers to be called Cori." Wilson nodded and turned his attention back to the naked woman on stage.
The random chords gradually turned into the tune of a song. "Baby grand by Billy Joel...She has good taste." Stated House turning back to his drink. "She might just be a better pianist than you House." Wilson quipped with a smile. "She's french. She was probably tortured into learning by Mommy and Daddy."
The soft music changed to a more upbeat paced song. "Bat Out of Hell." Wilson hummed out after taking a gulp of scotch. "Are we playing name that tune? No fair you had a head start." House snarked sarcastically, shooting his friend a glare. "Sorry." Wilson apologized. The doctor's icey blue eyes wandered the shadowed form of Cori's figure sitting hunched by the piano. He would have to come back more often to figure this little rubix cube out.
"I never should have taken this job, even if I do get to play whenever I want." I muttered under my breath as my fingers danced over the ebonies and ivories. Who the hell did he think he was, that, that, cripple. I know I'm a bitch but jesus. He does have nice eyes tho--shut up. I can't be attracted to another male shovenist pig. The same thought rotated itself round and round in my cranium, as my eyes glanced over to the rugged man at the bar. As my fingers gracefully stopped as the song came to an end I shoved myself away from the instrument.
I stalked over to the bar and started clearing old glasses from its surface. A small breeze caressed its way across my lower back and as I turned around I shoved the cripples cane away from my body. "Do that again and you'll be sitting on your cane with it stuck up your ass!" My mismatched eyes met his icey blue ones and quickly turned to a harsh glare. "Sorry it has a mind of its own." The man quipped as his friend gave him a pleading sort of look.
I turned my back to the men once again as I leaned against the liquor counter. A twinge of pain erupted in my stomach and I wrapped my arm around my torso. What the hell was that. "Dan I'm taking a break." I announced as I started to make my way out from behind the bar. "You just took a break...Elphie get back here!."
A hand grabbed my upper arm and I quickly twisted around and shoved Dan off me. "A, stop calling me Elphie, its Cori. and B, if you want me to throw up all over you then keep arguing with me." I rushed towards the bathroom, missing the curious glance of the blue eyed asshole.
I rushed to the toilet, not even bothering to close the door, and emptied the contents of my stomach into it."Ugh..." I groaned leaning back against the cold wall. Where the hell did that come from? I asked myself mentally as I once again emptied my contents into the toilet. A tapping noise brought my attention to the doorway of the bathroom. "This may be a unisex bathroom but I'm not up for play time right now. Leave." I said to the cane baring man standing in the doorway.
"When's the baby due?" He asked with a condesending tone. "I'm not pregnant get the fuck away from me." I said as loud as I could, considering I was rapidly weakening with each upchuck. My eyesight started to blur as I fell backwards onto the floor.
Before losing conciousness I distinctly heard a voice say, "House what did you do?"