If New Tokyo was the glossy surface of Miranda and Siam the seedy underbelly, the Underground was the pulsing heart of the planet. A constant flow of trains, of people, of life, the Metro never slept. Sitting on one of the old benches lining the whitewashed walls, under a flat screen advertisement looping through ads for dermal implants and virtual
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He can't even remember how many aspirins he'd taken before breakfast or lunch. That's never a good sign.
He stares vapidly at the dirty floor of the train, focusing intently on an old wad of gum. So much so that he doesn't notice his mobile com unit beeping loudly in his pocket.
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House, who was sitting to Laurie's left, only one empty seat between them, with his forehead resting tiredly on the top of his cane, suddenly jerked his head up and snapped, "Are you deaf or just determined to drive the rest of us insane?"
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"Fuck," he muttered, pulling the damn electronic device and looking at it for a long moment.
It was has sponsor. It was always his god-damn...
Laurie threw the com device to the floor, right atop the dried up wad of gum, actually, and then stomped on it with his heavy leather boot until it shut up. Never to beep again.
"That better?" he asked the stranger calmly.
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He reached out his cane and pushed the remnants of the beeper underneath the row of seats so that no one - okay, him - tripped on the rubble. He narrowly avoided the gum.
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He paused for a moment, and then smirked. "I could buy you a drink to make up for it," he offered.
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Then he frowned. "Are you a prostitute?"
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"Because... you're... a masochist?" Why else would someone not only invite a complete stranger out for a drink - but a complete stranger who's being a jackass to you? Unless said complete stranger is really hot or something, which obviously isn't the case.
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"Yeah, okay," he said. "I could use a drink."
And honestly? He wanted to try to work out the guy's motives. He'd feel kind of vindicated if he did turn out to be a murderer.
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"Greg House," he said, and shook.
"And yeah, that's just fine."
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He paused and then added. "And I'm still not a hooker, just in case you were wondering."
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But this? Just some... random attractive guy hitting on him for no apparent reason? There had to be a catch. At the very least, it was a puzzle, and he was bored. And at the most... well, House might usually stick to women, but he wasn't immune to the current fashion of bisexuality, and he'd had his fun, in med school. Before Stacy.
"In that case," House finally said, "I see accepting your offer as a good business decision. I'm running low on funds this month anyway."
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