Characters/Pairing: Chase and Amber
Rating: PG13
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Chase whirls, instantly uncomfortable. He hasn't heard anyone come into the room and he's suddenly very aware of the fact that he's standing shirtless in front of his locker. Particularly when he recognizes Amber, planted in front of him like a blonde high-heeled monolith here to dictate the law.
"What?" He pulls his shirt over his head as quickly as he can; it ends up backwards, but he decides not to do anything about that until later. "Why?"
She shrugs, and Chase notices that she looks a little less immaculate than usual, hair slightly wind-blown, clothes just a little rumpled. He wonders whether she's been drinking already.
"I thought maybe we could form a Fired by House club, or something. Celebrate retroactively for you." She tries to make a joke of it, but it lacks her usual snap, and Chase realizes suddenly what is wrong.
"No," he says, too quickly and out of habit. Then, "House fired you?"
Amber narrows her eyes and tips her head, dismissing his question as stupidly obvious. "Your girlfriend would say yes. Maybe I'll go ask her."
Chase finds himself gaping again, unable to find the air to speak, and watching yet another receding back as she leaves the room.
"Wait." He slams the locker door and propels himself into motion after her.