Alright guys, I tested out my Spanish in this chapter. If I butchered it please tell me. I have been getting tutored twice a week for 3 weeks so there is a really good chance there are some mistakes. Other than that, the format is the same as the last chapter. Love you, 2Blckblt.
By this point I wasn't sure who I had out on the date with me. House or Greg. And I wasn't sure who I wanted. I think I wanted a combination of both. I wanted the romance of Greg and the humor of House. The best of both worlds. But as we all know, you rarely get to have your cake and eat it too.
"Um, wow! Now it's my turn to be impressed! El Cielo de la Noche? I have heard reservations are practically impossible to get."
"Key word: practically. I have an insider. A former patient, one who for some reason actually likes me, owns the place. I called her and she booked a table for us on short notice. See, it pays to be nice to patients."
"You, nice? In what alternate reality?"
"Play nice Dr. Cameron. I'd hate to think I am rubbing off on you."
"Don't worry, I am a fuzzy teddy bear, or something like that, remember?"
"Of course. Now let's go order our tapas."
"No argument from me."
"Bienvenidos Al Cielo del la Noche. Su Nombre?"
"House."
"Si. Ven conmigo."
"Gracias. Hablas ingles? Hablamos espanol un poco solomente."
"Yes, of course. Would you like to see the wine list?"
"Please."
"Of course sir, I'll be back to take your order shortly."
"So Allison, what kind of wine do you like? I have always been more of a scotch person, but this isn't exactly a get drunk occasion."
"I like a sweeter white wine."
"Sounds fine to me. Any idea what you want to eat?"
"The salsa con queso sounds good."
"Good. But no double dipping. That is how people get sick. I don't want to find out you are our patient of the week tomorrow. Of course I would know how you got sick. It would be interesting to explain to Chase though."
He was just acting sadistic. Like he wanted to rub it in that he 'had' me and Chase didn't. But I am not a prize to be had. And really, Chase isn't that bad. I just don't love him.
"Don't be a jerk Greg. Chase isn't a bad guy, he just isn't the guy. Not for me. And I know how germs spread. I went to medical school too, remember?"
"Oh yeah, it is all coming back to me, a fellowship under a doctor you had feelings for."
"I am warning you Houseā¦"
"Wait. We are back to last names?"
"We are when you act like an ass-hole."
"Okay, okay, I'll behave."
"Wait, when have I heard that before? Oh yeah, like five minutes ago!"
"Sarcasm doesn't become you Allison."
Sometimes I wish he didn't see me as this sweet, innocent person. I know it isn't as bad as it used to be. He used to see me as a twelve year old girl. I think we might be up to twenty-one year old. At least he 'lets' me drink. Not that he could really stop me, but still. It does mean that he clearly realizes on some level I am an adult.
"I know. But being around you, I can't help it."
"Ouch."
"Suck it up Greg. If you dish it, you should be able to take it."
"Yeah, but it is just so incongruous coming out of your mouth."
"I am not an angel Greg. I can give it as well as anyone one. I can curse like a sailor too. Want to hear?"
"No. I'd like to leave some of my delusions in tact."
"Works for me."
At this point the waiter came back to take their orders.
"Sir, ma'am, have you decided what you would like to start with?"
"Yes. Salsa con queso and a sweet white wine please."
"Interesting combination ma'am. I'll put your order in."
Five minutes later their chips and salsa con queso, as well as wine, was brought to their table and they decided what they ordered what they wanted.
For the next twenty minutes they went back and forth about work.
"So I hear you have some interesting pet names for your new fellows. Big Love? Thirteen? Cutthroat Bitch?"
"Great, aren't they? I started out with just numbers, the others just followed naturally. Big Love is a Mormon and Cutthroat Bitch is a Cutthroat Bitch. I haven't figured out thirteen yet. So she stays thirteen for now."
"An enigma. You hate enigmas."
"I don't hate you."
He admitted he doesn't understand everything about me. That is a first. He has always seemed as though he can see right through me. He treated me like I was simple. What's that poem about little girl's? And of course the whole damaged thing. That's what he seemed to think of me. But I am not like that. I am nice to patients and to people in general. But I also want things. Like him.
