happy birthday to me

[misanthrope_md]

House could remember his twenty-fifth birthday very well. Or at least, the earlier part of the evening - it started to get a little fuzzy past the part where he'd done a line of coke off of an exotic dancer's stomach. He'd had some good friends in med school, the kinds of friends that take you to strip clubs on your birthday and slip a couple of

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[extra_psychic]

This place was huge. When the snow had let up she'd gotten some help getting to this compound thing. Having a length of bamboo to use for a cane helps a lot, but she's still trying to find her way around.

The taps against the floor precede her entry into the kitchen. She can tell where she's at by the scent, and the room sounds big. Food and people...it's not quite that bar of Neil's, but it'll do. She stands still, tapping her cane on the tile as she gets her bearings, then turns her face toward the human being she can get a fix on.

"There's a coffee pot in here, right?" she asks.

[extra_psychic]

"Oh," Pam says flatly, with almost a hint of disdain. It's not him and he doesn't deserve it, but she's had her fill of doctors.

"Well, I guess if it gets you into the club..."

[misanthrope_md]

"Riiiight because that's why I went to med school. Somehow I just knew that being a doctor who get me strippers someday."

[extra_psychic]

"Hey, man, take the bennies where you can get them. I'm sure the dental in this place sucks," she snorts. Another sip proves the coffee to be cool enough to actually drink, so she takes a big swallow and finishes it off.

"Point me to the sink, Doc. I need to get back to running into walls."

[misanthrope_md]

"Don't eat the soap," House said cheerfully. Then - "Here." He was sitting with his back to the sink, and it wasn't far, so he stuck his cane out so that it touched the edge of the sink. "Down with your right hand."

[extra_psychic]

She reaches down and finds her way. It's a cane, she can tel that much, and it's not the kind they give to the blind. It's solid. She's known bkers and hunters who have wound up needing something like that.

"Thanks. Do I have to wash this, or does someone earn their lap dances by doing dishes?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Just leave it. Having a disability sucks enough that you may as well take advantage of it every once in a while."

[extra_psychic]

"The eyes I'm used to. It's the rest of it that's knocking me off balance," she tells him as she sits it down in the recess and then turns to face him.

"None of this was quite so hard back home. I had an ace up my sleeve there, though."

[misanthrope_md]

"I was always fond of handicapped parking," House said dryly. "You can't shoot lasers out of your eyes like the dude from X-Men can you?"

[extra_psychic]

"Cyclops? I wish," she laughs, then pulls down her glasses to show off the totally white replacements and the delicately scarred skin. "They just look spooky, they don't shoot lasers. No...I was psychic. It made the adjustment a lot easier, and now...it's a steep learning curve."

[misanthrope_md]

"Nice touch, forgoing the paint job," House said. "Must have made you look extra psychic. So did you see this coming?"

[extra_psychic]

"If I saw it coming do you really think I'd have let it happen?" she asks him, her tone letting him know just what a stupid question that was.

"I did my research. I just...got in over my head. If I'd known I was going to be sneaking a peek at an angel...well, I wouldn't have needed to peek if I'd known it was an angel, right? Catch 22."

[misanthrope_md]

"Actually I meant the island, not the blindness," House said. "But an angel blinded you, really." He wasn't sure if that was a boring diagnosis or a fascinating one.

[extra_psychic]

"He didn't mean to," she says, and it sounds just as lame as it should. "He warned me, but I kept pushing. What do you mean about the island? I died, sweetie. I figured I'd, you know, be dead. Not asking a doctor where the sink is in a kitchen on an island. This isn't my idea of Heaven. Or Hell. This is just fucking weird."

[misanthrope_md]

"I don't believe in Heaven and Hell," House said. "Of course, I don't believe in angels either. And I don't believe in aliens, but there's one married to my ex. So yeah, fucking weird is a good word for it."

[extra_psychic]

"There's a lot of people who don't," Pam says with a shrug to punctuate her thought. "I never really had the choice to doubt it, though. I guess I was born that way."