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[bigbad_again]

Wad of cash in his pocket (some Brenda's, some his own acquired by his own... dubious means), Spike arrives at the strip club with ten minutes to spare. He's invited a few people, telling them to bring anyone they like. The company might not be the best, but he's determined to have fun and not think about Brenda having her own fun. Besides, it's a

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[limping_twerpmd]

House and Foreman had, by mutual agreement, taken a cab to the club. They figured they'd get too drunk to drive, after all. Jeannette was over at Cameron's, since everyone else was involved with strippers in one way or another.

House pulled open the door. "We should buy Chase a lapdance," he said to Foreman.

[blondewombat]

"No," Chase says loudly, brushing past him. "I'm not getting a lapdance. I think my pregnant wife would be upset with you." He adds under his breath, "Evil."

[limping_twerpmd]

"You're going to deprive some poor girl of money?" House asks. "We're getting lapdances."

[blondewombat]

"Yeah, well, you're not married to a princess from a medieval-like era." Chase glares. "I'll watch them dance and pass the money off that way. Zelda would cry into next year if some stranger danced on my lap." He smirks, eying Foreman. "Not getting it at home, is he? Needs the lap dance?"

[limping_twerpmd]

"Transference," House says. "Nice. Completely wrong, though. I didn't say we're taking the strippers home, after all."

[blondewombat]

"Oh, you can get it up now? Guess the Viagra's doing it's job." Chase rolls his eyes, plopping into a seat in front of the stage. "Forget it. I'm not getting a lapdance."

[limping_twerpmd]

"I'm old enough to need it. What was your excuse?" House pulls out his own chair and one for Foreman beside him. "Why are you even here?"

[blondewombat]

"Zelda kicked me out for the night," Chase grumbles, crossing his arms. "She said I need some fun. Are you using your age and senility as an excuse? Hmm."

He turns, jaw dropping at the sight of the girl swinging around the pole. He bites back a groan, clutching at his knee.

[limping_twerpmd]

"As opposed to your youth and idiocy." House eyes the girl appreciatively.

[blondewombat]

"Those can't be real," he mutters, cocking his head as he rubs at his knee. "Wow, she-- she really knows what she's doing with that pole, doesn't she?"

Chase bites back a moan as her pants are torn away.

[limping_twerpmd]

House smirks over at him. "It's called porn. Heard of it? It's the reason the Internet exists."

[blondewombat]

"I take it you didn't check your computer after you returned from Ohio," he mumbles, head tilting. "Believe me, I know what porn is." Especially these days.

[limping_twerpmd]

"I was wondering where that gay bondage porn came from." Lie. House knows exactly where that came from.

[blondewombat]

"That was downloaded last October," Chase returns, taking out a bill and holding it toward the dancer. "Incredible, how much the dominating guy looked like Foreman."

[limping_twerpmd]

"Interesting coincidence, isn't it?" The girl shimmies over and takes the bill from Chase with a flirtatious look. "Get off looking at it?" House gives Chase a horrified look. "You didn't actually jerk off in my chair, did you?"

[blondewombat]

Chase snorts. "Right. I would really do that." Not House's chair, at least. "Of course I didn't. God, not everyone is you."

His eyes glass over slightly as he nods to the woman.