(AN: Been a while since I felt like anything I wrote was post worthy. Even this involved a good friend and inspiration pushing me to post it. Special thanks to my pal (You know who you are) who never ceases to encourage, give me confidence and push me to keep churning stuff out. I couldn't do any of this without you.)

"… just one more."

It was the last thing Jessica could remember saying. The rest of the night wasn't forgotten, it was very much in her memory. She remembered House calling her, telling her to show up at the local watering hole. It began to play back in her mind, almost like she was watching it from outside of her own body. Walking in expecting to meet with House only to see him there chatting up a woman at the bar. Typical House – he'd just wanted to rub her nose in it, remind her how single she was.

What she hadn't expected was when the woman turned around, she would be familiar. Their interaction was brief at best but Jessica Adams had met Remy Hadley before. Seeing Remy again brought up all kinds of questions – what happened to her girlfriend? What was she doing here with House? Why did House want - too many questions – that was always her problem and he took great joy in reminding her of that. The desire not to be wrong, the desire to actually prove her worth to him had kept her driving towards a goal that she couldn't even define or explain.

"You two have met before. Several times in my dreams too but that involved any number of toys and massage oils."

His voice sounded extra gravely tonight, either he'd already been hitting it hard or his pills were dehydrating him again. The looks Adams gave him was almost a running joke between them. Part laugh, part scowl but altogether sincere – eyebrow perked slowly as she locked eyes with him checking to see if he was serious. The glare he sent back her way confirmed that he indeed intended for them to spend time together. It was only when she heard the raspy female voice that she turned her attention away from him.

"I hear his face is like a painting, the more you stare at it, the more you see. Assuming of course, you're going to put down the pretty little designer bag and drink with us. Did I mention looking at him for prolonged periods of time requires drinking?"

Just like that – every inhibition she had was gone. The questions about what he'd think or say had all vanished and it was just the three of them. Three vodka cranberries later and any semblance of the person she was when she walked in had vanished. She didn't even notice that Hadley's hand had found its way to her thigh, resting casually there as if it happened all the time. No longer were they facing the bar, she'd turned to face her – finding herself lost in the conversation.

Everything got covered – even the time she and House got taken hostage by a crazy guy or the time House had 'fired' her. By the time vodka cranberry number four was meeting its end, Jessica noticed that House had resigned himself to watching as he piled up the drinks on his tab. When she stood up, she had every intention of thanking Remy for the conversation and making her way outside to get a cab. The thing about plans is that they easily changed and in this case, they changed in the form of Remy walking up behind her, fingers grazing the exposed skin on her forearm.

"Staying with House – my ex isn't exactly welcoming me at her place. You should come."

She should have done a lot of things – she should have asked Chase out sooner. She should have realized that his denial was just another part of a game that House made them all play. She should have said that she'd had too much to drink and needed to go home so she wouldn't miss her volunteer shift the following morning. She didn't do any of that – instead she offered only a nod as Remy gestured for her to enter the cab that House was hobbling into.

"Now I do have some House rules. I run a topless establishment and I expect you two will abide by the house rules."

Despite feeling the heavy buzz she was carrying with her, even Adams could tell that House was getting drunk if that was the best he could do. A random glance to make sure she had her purse yielded the interesting result of that hand on her thigh again. Almost on cue, they both rolled their eyes at him, much to his drunken delight as he mumbled out what could have been a laugh or a sarcastic comment. When the cab pulled up to his building and they both slid out, she knew she'd be stuck with paying the fare, which she did with a smile and casually ignored hiccup.

Up the stairs and into the apartment they went and before he could even get off another comment about their implied hookup, he sunk into the couch unceremoniously. They both stood in silence as he dug in the couch cushions to produce the hidden bottle which he promptly opened and emptied onto his tongue. The tug at her wrist didn't register until she turned and saw Remy walking down the hallway – obviously she'd been here before. Nudging open the guest room door, they were greeted by an unmade bed that a minimum looked like it had clean sheets.

"Don't freak out. He's taken more than that and been fine."

Before she could even reply, she felt the hand on her shoulder push her onto the bed. Jessica shifted with nervous anticipation as the thoughts began to fill her mind once more. This wasn't what she'd come here for, she wasn't into girls, House had just set her up. Before she could settle on a preferred theory, she felt Remy tugging the boots from her feet and setting aside before crawling in bed next to her to join her in staring at the ceiling. Jessica decided it was time to try and take some sort of control back.

"I'm sorry things didn't work out with your girlfriend. Things didn't work out with my husband either – I think people ju—"

The kiss silenced her long enough for her to settle on her back as she watched the smaller girl move to settle her body upon hers. It was nothing like she expected, there was no sensation of impending pleasure or excitement. Remy Hadley was undeniably beautiful but Jessica didn't like girls nor did she have any intention of giving House something he could use against her later. Another kiss brought her back to earth and before she could consider a reaction, she was kissing her back. The moment was if nothing else, quiet. Quiet until House mumbled his approval from the doorway.

"Hot – but I imagined you'd be naked by now."