No intro for this one other than the fact that Luke's Angel is based on a racehorse I knew who was, in fact, very much the cow she's made out to be in this drabble. :P Enjoy.
DARK HORSE
She was impossible to take to the racetrack. Every horse with the longest odds, every underdog, every dark horse - that was her top pick, and since life wasn't one big remake of Seabiscuit, unsurprisingly, she kept kissing her assets goodbye.
He tried to help her.
"Look, quit playing Miss Bleeding Heart America for five seconds and look at this lineup. Number three's got the best odds. Bet on him."
She peered over his shoulder at the listing, reading the third horse's name aloud. "'Yagottalottanerve'?" Her brow furrowed as she ignored House's instructions and scanned the other horses listed. "I wanna go with number nine, actually." House looked for the ninth-place horse. Luke's Angel. Wasn't that the ugly little white one that threw her jockey during the warmup? He looked again. Longest shot in the entire bunch. Terrific.
"Fine. If this one loses, you buy dinner."
Luke's Angel never made it to the wire - or, at least, her jockey didn't. Cameron let out a little squeal and covered her eyes as the mare launched herself out of the starting gate like a bucking bronc, flinging her jockey over her head with a massive, back-arching buck before barrelling after the other horses. House's eyes stayed glued on the trio fighting for the lead. Dinner was in the bag, but he still had to prove a point-
"Yes!"
Yagottalottanerve had won by a nose.
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