1692 Thunder Road, Wednesday evening

[niceborders]

Ivanova was swearing at her bike in Russian. More specifically, she was swearing at that thing that went clickclickclickPOING! that was supposed to go whirrrr. She stomped to her feet, wiping her hands on a rag in disgust.

"I need a drink . . ."

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[ownerofsteve]

House tapped his cane on the door. He'd actually ridden his motorcycle over.

[niceborders]

Ivanova turned, wiping the last of the grease off her hands, and smiled. "Ah, the dastardly Dr. House."

[ownerofsteve]

"Muhuahahahaha," House laughed.

[niceborders]

She nodded towards his motorcycle. "Nice bike."

[ownerofsteve]

"I can ride it properly and everything," House said.

[niceborders]

"I . . . rather thought you could."

[ownerofsteve]

"Good," House said. "So, drink?"

[niceborders]

"Come in." Ivanova flashed him a grin and turned away, leading her way into the slightly ramshackle and sparsely furnished house.

[ownerofsteve]

House limped his way in.

"I like what you've done with the place," he snarked.

[niceborders]

"I call it university-student-chic," she replied immediately. "I'm just getting used to owning property again."

[ownerofsteve]

"Just finally get out of the big house?" House asked.

[niceborders]

"No, that's my last boyfriend. I've been hunting vampires."

[ownerofsteve]

"Got to love a woman who can work a stake," House said.

[niceborders]

"What can I say? I love a good thick weapon," she smirked, leading the way into the kitchen.

[ownerofsteve]

House followed her. "You at least actually have booze, right?"

[niceborders]

"Beer, vodka, rum, vodka, Jagermeister, or vodka," she reeled off, opening the fridge, which rattled promisingly. "And I think I might have a bottle of red wine."