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.

[misanthrope_md]

"And now your mojo's gone," House said. "So I'm a bored doctor and you're a bored psychic."

[extra_psychic]

"Yea. And there's nothing worse than a bored psychic," she laughs as she holds up her can. "I'm gonna go get into some trouble, I think. Maybe take up the big adventure of finding the bathroom. What about you? Gonna spend your whole birthday in the kitchen?"

[misanthrope_md]

"I'm trying to avoid anyone who might actually know it's my birthday," House said. "Trust me, once you've had a few on this rock you won't feel much like celebrating anymore."

[extra_psychic]

"And yet, you'll tell a stranger. Well, I won't make it a thing if you don't want to celebrate. You wouldn't want to give me a little tour, would you? I managed the hall and that room in there, but the rest of this...it's a big space."

[misanthrope_md]

House considered this for a moment. There were worse things he could use to distract him that a cute blind chick with an attitude. She was kind of entertaining, at least.

"Well I guess I'd be a good guide," he said dryly. "I'm probably the person here who dislikes stairs as much as you probably do."

[extra_psychic]

"There's stairs?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Yeah. I guess you really do need a guide. It would have sucked to discover those by accident."

House grasped his cane and pulled himself to his feet, grunting just a little in pain as the weight shifted from his bad leg.

[extra_psychic]

"Well, as long as there's no open hole to a lower level, I'll be okay. I haven't exactly been opening doors to snoop around," she points out. He sounds like he hurts, but even to someone who doesn't know the guy, she thinks it sounds like something he's used to...whatever sort of pain he's in. The guys she knows who use canes certainly are.

[misanthrope_md]

"Shouldn't you have a dog or something?" House asked her.

[extra_psychic]

"Yeah, but he didn't get stabbed, too, so I guess poochie didn't get to tag along," she replies dryly. "Besides, tiger...I've got you."