House sat in the plastic uncomfortable fold up chair that was killing his leg all because of Cuddy. Just because he took one too many Vicodin and ended up in the hospital occupying space and wasn't able to treat patients she made it 'her problem.' He folded his arms over his chest angry at her that she flew off the handle the way she did and demand he go to Narcotics Anonymous for a month.
He made it clear that he wasn't going to go willingly and not get anything in exchange for it. He suggested sex with her every Friday and Saturday for the next six months, but, she didn't go for it. Instead, she offered no Clinic duty for six months. He would have been happier with his suggestion, but no Clinic duty for that long was too good for him to pass up.
He scowled at everyone taking their seats filing in around him, uncrossing his arms, already anxious to have it end. He took notice of a couple women he could have sworn were hookers that he had slept with before but they showed no indication of knowing him. He picked the big breasted brunette that sat across from him in the circle that the chairs were placed in to imagine naked to make time go by. He bounced his cane that he held loosely in his right hand to the beat of "You Can't Always Get What You Want," the last song he heard on his iPod that day before shutting it off and grinned to himself when he saw she eyed his cane in an almost seductive kind of way.
His attention was ripped away when he saw a woman take the seat to his left and scooted in close to him as comfortable as if they had known each other for years. She had long dark hair that slid down to the halfway point of her back, had big brown eyes, and wore a green dress that left little for the imagination. "What's your name?" she asked leaning into his personal space, keeping her eyes forward.
He stopped bouncing his cane and hooked it onto his left thigh, having it rest in between his legs and looked over at her like she was a moron, "you do know the meaning of 'anonymous' don't you?"
She grinned, and turned her head to look at him, "of course I do. But, I've never seen you in here before, and although not everyone is here yet, trust me, you're the best looking one..I thought I'd give it a shot and ask," she shrugged her shoulder, "it's just me you're telling. I won't go blurt it out."
He smirked at her which she mirrored and he nodded, "fine. You can call me 'Hard Wood.'"
She arched her right eyebrow at him, "is that in reference to your cane..or, are you trying to tell me something?"
House inhaled to answer and he saw she looked passed him and her facial reaction change to irritated. "What is it?" he inquired.
"Looks like our little chat is over," she motioned to the door and House grabbed his right thigh for support to shift in his seat without it hurting too badly and saw a nerdy looking guy who had to be in his late-thirties, possibly early-forties, walk in and took a seat in the only non-fold out chair in the room. "Teacher's here," she said annoyed. She leaned into him again, resting her right hand on his left thigh, "I still want that answer to your name when we're done." She lifted her hand off and positioned herself in her chair to face the man who walked in.
House's gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before looking at the man she had been referring to. House gave him a disapproving look, and couldn't wait for the first session to be over and done with to be able to leave, and also, to be able to continue his conversation with the stranger who sat next to him...