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10 November 2007 @ 12:17 am
May 6th, 1995  
It was Saturday.

It was Saturday, and all week, Stacy had tried to talk herself out of going to coffee with him. It was more on principle and pride than anything else, and reasoning that he really had no reason to call her other than the fact that he might want to get laid again. She felt too conflicted, most of the time, between being hurt and just thinking that she might've over-reacted. And that, in itself, drove her insane. By Saturday, she just wanted to go and see which one it was.

So she dressed casually, in a pair of jeans and a light shirt. It took her too long to decide, which was strange. She never worried about what she wore; it was a routine, most of the time. And breaking out of that routine she had was what she found difficult.

But despite all that, she found herself at his place again, standing in front of the door.

And before she lost the nerve, she knocked.
 
 
 
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 08:40 am (UTC)
Yeah, well. House wasn't too enthused. He spent the rest of the week, when he wasn't focused on work, puzzling over exactly why Stacy was so annoyed with him. Her distinct lack of enthusiasm at meeting him for coffee was off putting. So, come Saturday, he wasn't banking too high on Stacy actually turning up. Part of him really hoped she would. Part of him was already geared up for disappointment. He wasn't sure what his next plan of action would be if she didn't turn up. Phone her again? Find out from Gary where she worked and go and pay her a surprise visit? He'd have to wait and see.

He was sprawled out on his couch, staring blankly at the TV. Because he wasn't really expecting Stacy to turn up, he hadn't bothered to dress in anything other than his wrinkled t-shirt from yesterday that had a tomato ketchup stain on it from last night's dinner, and his jeans that were in need of a wash. No shoes, his hair was unbrushed from when he'd had a shower earlier after coming home from work, he looked pretty much like a slob. His apartment was still messy and cluttered, too.

Hearing the knock to his door just as he was reaching for the remote, he looked over his shoulder at the door in mild surprise, then set the remote down and pushed himself up from the couch. Reaching the door, he peered through the peep hole and was even more surprised - and felt himself suddenly feel hopeful - when he saw Stacy there.

He kept his face schooled into a speculative look as he opened the door, however. "Wow," he greeted, without giving away exactly what the 'wow' was in reference to.
Stacy Warner: black and whiteharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 08:46 am (UTC)
Stacy stared at him, bewildered.

"Hi."

She looked Greg up and down when he opened the door, a strange expression on his face that bordered on surprise, but not quite. His t-shirt was wrinkled and stained, and the jeans he was wearing sat low on his hips and also looked stained and wrinkled. His hair stuck up in odd directions, and he hardly looked like he was ready to go anywhere. The apartment itself was just as "relaxed" as she remembered it from last week.

Her eyebrow raised, and she looked back up at him, her lips curling slightly into a smirk.

"I see you dressed for the occasion."
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 08:54 am (UTC)
House didn't even think about his appearance, not until Stacy drew attention to it. He frowned, then turned his gaze down at his clothes. Oops, he supposed. He darted his eyes back up to her.

"Didn't think there was going to be any occasion to dress up for," he replied.

He eyed her, overcoming his surprise enough to feel genuinely pleased to see her. She didn't look particularly pleased with him, if the look on her face was anything to go by. But the fact that she was here at all said more than enough.

He pulled the door open for her and gestured into his apartment. "Welcome to the coffee house."
Stacy Warner: heart conditionharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 08:59 am (UTC)
Stacy looked at him, confused for a moment.

"Welcome-- oh."

But she realized what he was saying and didn't know whether or not to laugh or just berate herself for being a complete moron. She did neither, and instead looked at him, studying him and trying to figure out if he was actually serious. It seemed like he was, so she stepped tentatively inside, allowing him to close the door behind her.

"I did say I would come," she said. "You still thought I wouldn't?"
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 09:09 am (UTC)
He looked at her expectantly; a kind of 'you going to come in or not?' way as she stood at stared at him. He cocked his head to the side and gestured to his apartment again, a little more impatiently. When she finally decided to step inside, he closed the door and pulled another wide-eyed speculative look.

"You did say you were coming, the same way someone might say they're looking forward to washing the dishes," he replied sarcastically.
Stacy Warner: house & stacyharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 09:18 am (UTC)
"Well, I'll be sure to sound more enthusiastic next time, considering you choose the way you dress based on my excitement level," she shot back, just as sarcastically. Her hands slid into her pockets, and she wasn't sure whether or not to sit-- or where to sit, for that matter, even if she wanted to. At that point, though, she didn't want to waste her time or his with awkwardness, so she decided to be honest.

"I had no intention of seeing you again, honestly, after last week," she said. "And I don't know why you asked me to come. If you want a repeat of last week, I'm sure there's other women that can do that for you for a lot less time and trouble, and more enthusiasm, if that's so important to you."
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 09:30 am (UTC)
House gave her a look of mock bewilderment. "I didn't dress based on your excitement level. I dressed assuming you weren't showing up. Big difference." He started to head off towards the kitchen, adding over his shoulder, "Not everything is about you."

What she said next, however, had him slowing to a stop so he was standing in the middle of his messy, cluttered living room. He half turned to look at her, feeling a little put on the spot. Annoyed, too, that she was jumping to conclusions about him.

"Yeah," he said dryly, "because I have a one-track mind like all guys. Why hire a hooker when you can ring up and annoy women who get annoyed at you for giving them choices? Makes sense."

He shrugged at her and continued towards the kitchen. "Told you I wanted to see you again. Why is that so hard to believe?"
Stacy Warnerharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 09:36 am (UTC)
She didn't address his final words, choosing instead to concentrate on the fact that he said he'd given her a choice. As far as she could remember, she hadn't been given any kind of choice in the matter. What was she supposed to say? That no, she wasn't leaving, she was going to stay there just because she wanted to?

"I was annoyed with you because it didn't sound like you were giving me a choice. You said 'Leave, if that's what you want'. In some cultures, that's considered dismissive, and I'm not going to apologize for the tone of voice that you used."

She followed him to the kitchen and on the way there, it occurred to her that she was having this fight with a man she barely knew, for no real reason. She should've left. And yet, she stopped herself and kept talking to him.

"Not everything is about you, either."
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 09:46 am (UTC)
"I used a tone?" House asked incredulously. No, he hadn't. He'd given her a choice! What the hell? If she'd chosen to stay, he would've been fine with that. If she'd chosen to leave... well, he would've been disappointed. He was disappointed that she'd left.

He was in front of the fridge now, clutching the handle with one hand, though the door was still shut. He was staring at Stacy with an expression equal parts irritated and bewildered.

"I wasn't dismissing you," he argued. "If I was dismissing you, I would've told you to get out. Maybe slapped you a few dollars as a parting gift. Turns out I didn't, on both counts."

He went to open the fridge, then changed his mind and faced Stacy fully. "You're the one making the big deal about the whole thing, so technically I should be the one saying not everything is about you. Find your own punchline."
Stacy Warner: heart conditionharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 09:52 am (UTC)
"Right. I've known you less than a week. You make like I'm supposed to just completely understand what you mean. You turn away and insinuate that I can leave, and I'm supposed to magically interpret that as a sign that you either want me to stay or don't really care?"

Stacy stepped forward instead of back, watching him. She frowned, and was half-tempted to push him because he was so incredibly frustrated with him, but she held herself back.

"Given how much you seem to enjoy talking to me, you can see why I maybe wasn't jumping at the chance to take you up on this offer of yours."
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 10:03 am (UTC)
Oh, my god, House thought exasperatedly to himself. He threw his hands up at her in the exact same fashion, with the exact same expression on his face.

"Exactly," he exploded. "You've known me less than a week! How was I supposed to know if you wanted to stay or not?! I gave you a choice so that you didn't feel obligated either way!"

He threw his hands up again just as Stacy stepped closer to her, then dropped his hands back to his sides with a clap against his thighs. He looked down at her, wondering how the hell he managed to pick up the most annoying woman on the planet. Annoying, yet attractive and utterly irresistible in all her exceedingly annoying glory.

"We didn't even talk that much," he pointed out. "That was kind of the whole point of asking you around for coffee this time around." God, he was annoyed as all hell now. He turned back to the fridge and yanked the door open. "Coffee?" he near enough barked.
Stacy Warner: black and whiteharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 10:09 am (UTC)
"What?"

Okay. She knew that she'd been unlucky with men. But this was just ridiculous. Maybe it would have been better off left as a one-night stand, because this was growing increasingly frustrated, with every minute she spent standing in front of him, talking to him.

And yet, she couldn't stop. It had to be impossible, she thought. To be this annoyed by someone and still find them attractive.

"You just yelled at me," she said slowly, as if to clarify, when in fact she was extremely annoyed with him, "And then you look at me and ask me if I want coffee?"
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 10:18 am (UTC)
He snatched the milk out of the fridge and nudged the door shut with a violent jab of his elbow. He looked back to Stacy with an annoyed expression still on his face.

"I haven't told you to leave," he replied evenly, "just to clarify in case you misunderstand that. You're here for coffee because that was the whole point of me asking you around. So, yes, I just asked if you want coffee. The drink kind of coffee, just so we're clear."

House turned away from her, feeling his blood pressure bubbling. He felt so irritated that he was clutching the milk tighter than he needed to and he thumped it down when he reached the kettle. He then reached a hand up and gave his forehead an irritated rub.

House then turned back to look at her. "If you don't want to stay for coffee, you're more than welcome not to," he added as patiently as possible. Which wasn't very patient at all. In fact, his teeth were gritted. "You do want to stay for coffee, how would you like it?"
Stacy Warnerharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 10:26 am (UTC)
"The drink kind of coffee," she muttered. "Right. Because you're sure putting me in the mood for the other kind."

As irritated as Stacy was with him, she was still surprised that he hadn't asked her to leave or insinuated it, considering how annoyed and irritated he looked at the moment. His jaw was clenched and he was rubbing his forehead periodically, and she was standing in front of him, an expression between anger and complete confusion on her face.

She was tempted to just ask him for a shot of scotch, because that's what she felt like she needed at the moment, but instead replied, "Black."

Leaning against the counter, she turned towards him. "And since I seem to be having trouble understanding, why haven't you asked me to leave yet?"
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 10:39 am (UTC)
"Fighting might be foreplay for you, how would I know?" he shot back.

But black coffee, fine. He could handle that. Would be more helpful if he actually had some clean coffee cups, of course... He scratched his head as he negotiated the empty coffee cup rack and all the dirty coffee cups in the sink. He then rubbed his face as Stacy continued to pester him.

"I can tell you're a lawyer," he snapped, facing back to her. "You ask a lot of questions, relentlessly. Hallmark of a person with a bulldog personality." Damn it, he didn't want to wash any coffee cups. He hated washing dishes. He leaned back against the bench and crossed his arms defensively at Stacy instead.

"I don't know," he answered her honestly and shortly. "Considering how annoying you are, it would make sense to kick you out. You're also incredibly hot, however." He faced away from her dismissively to reach for one of the dirty cups. "The important question is, why haven't you left, seeing you were so against coming here in the first place?"
Stacy Warnerharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 10:45 am (UTC)
"Good to know I'm aesthetically pleasing."

She noticed that he wasn't making any coffee, and glanced quickly at the sink. There was a small mountain of cups inside it, all dirty, and he didn't seem inclined to wash them. No coffee, then.

"I haven't left yet because I want to figure out why you're so annoying over something I just wanted to let go. I said on the phone that I didn't think this was a good idea. And yet, you still asked me to come. So I'm here," she said.

And she continued, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Given how quickly you suggest that fighting might be foreplay for me, that leads me to believe that it's probably foreplay for you."
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 11:11 am (UTC)
House reeled around to face her once again. "I'm annoying?" he replied incredulously. "You're the one who's made a huge thing about the whole thing! We wouldn't even be having this argument if you weren't so uptight about misinterpreting choices for dismissal and my tones of voice."

What the hell, he was thinking again. This was going around and around in circles. He couldn't get over how stubborn she was. She was as stubborn as he was, which was only making him even more stubborn because there was no way he was backing down from an argument that he knew he was in the right for.

He turned to reach for the dish cloth, tossing it into the sink at Stacy's next statement, and looked back at her. "Yeah," he replied sarcastically, "I'm so horny my jeans can barely take the strain. You want to check? Feel free to help yourself."

He turned back to the sink. Ugh, he so didn't want to wash any of these. If he'd known she was actually going to show up, he would've washed them already.
Stacy Warner: heart conditionharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 11:12 am (UTC)
Stacy snorted, replying back just as sarcastically, "Yeah. I'm just dying to. Because having you yell is so incredibly sexy. I can barely contain myself."

She rolled her eyes at him, now just convinced that she was wasting her time. So she stood up straighter, taking a step back from him.

"I may have misinterpreted what you said last week, but at least I made an effort and I'm here. Which is probably stupid of me because you couldn't even be bothered to change your shirt or wash two coffee cups."

She stepped back.

"On second thought, I'll show myself out."
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 11:24 am (UTC)
"Yeah, I can tell," he sniped back at her without looking up from the sink.

He balled the dish cloth in his hand and picked up a cup, making a face at the murky water he tipped out of it. God, this was not what he envisioned when he asked Stacy to come around. He'd envisioned... he didn't know what he envisioned. Not this, that's for sure. He'd also expected her to be a lot happier to hear from him when he phoned because he had no clue that she'd be so upset over him offering her a choice.

"That's because I didn't expect you to actually show up," he said in an impatient tone as though he'd told her a million times already. "Just because you said you were coming, didn't mean you actually were."

What Stacy said next didn't click until she was at least halfway across to his door. He looked over his shoulder and saw her heading towards it, and he dropped the cup and the cloth into the sink.

"Whoa, whoa," he called out, surprised, and he started after her in a jog. Reaching Stacy, he rounded her to insinuate himself between her and the door, holding his hands up. He then gave her a clueless gesture with his hands.

"Where are you going?"
Stacy Warner: house & stacyharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 11:30 am (UTC)
She looked at him incredulously.

"I'm going home."

She attempted to step around him but he was directly in between her and the door, and she just wanted to make this end as quickly as possible. And when it didn't look like she was going anywhere, she stopped and sighed.

"Honestly, I like you. I liked you when I met you. God knows why. And I realize that I might've overreacted to what you said last week, but I'd rather not spend the evening shouting and being shouted at. I have better, quieter ways to spend my Saturday night. And I'm sure you do, too."
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 11:58 am (UTC)
House gave her a protesting look when she said she was going home and dodged either way when she attempted to get around him. "Why?" he argued.

More importantly, why was he arguing for her stay now that she was leaving? He'd wanted her to leave a moment ago. Or, well, not really. He wanted to stop the stupid arguing and for her to stop making a huge deal over him giving her a choice, that was what he wanted.

He lowered his hands a little at her explanation, giving her a quirky, wry look. "You started it," he pointed out.

He studied her face for a moment, annoyed again. Then he rolled his eyes with a relenting sigh. "Fine," he added. "I have quieter ways to spend my Saturday evenings, too. The whole reason I asked you around was because I thought having you around would make both our Saturday nights better."

He couldn't believe he was backing down a little here. He didn't want her to leave, though. Not really. His expression dropped into something that mildly resembled a kid that had just dropped his ice cream. "You really gonna leave?"
Stacy Warnerharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 12:02 pm (UTC)
"You're the most confusing man I've ever met," she said. "But that's an extremely convincing face you're making, I have to say. You look like I've just kicked your puppy."

She didn't really know why she kept wanting to give this man second chances. Or at least...this second chance, if she really had messed it up the first time. Of course, the look on his face at the time really didn't help, either. And she hated herself for liking him. For giving in.

Her eyes closed.

"Okay," she said, and sighed, putting her purse down on a chair. "But forget the coffee."
sans_pickles on November 10th, 2007 12:09 pm (UTC)
House forcefully bit his tongue. She found him confusing? He found her confusing. He still didn't get why she thought him giving her a choice was such an offensive thing. If he kept on about it, though, the argument would never come to an end. He was getting sick of arguing about it, seeing she refused to see it from his point of view, and he refused to understand whatever her logic was behind his words.

He kept the 'kicked puppy' look on his face, if not accentuated it more as she set her bag down. He dropped the look when she said to forgo the coffee, however.

"Well, that's a relief," he said. He gestured to the kitchen. "I hate washing dishes, anyway."
Stacy Warnerharvard_law on November 10th, 2007 12:13 pm (UTC)
Stacy nodded.

"Okay."

The evening certainly hadn't started off the way she'd wanted or expected it to, but now that she'd conceded to staying, they might as well start over once again. And she just wasn't going to bring it up again, what happened last week-- he wouldn't see it from her point of view, for reasons she couldn't understand, and vice versa.

"So...do you have beer, then?" she asked. "We can talk. Since that was apparently the point of the evening."
sans_pickles on December 5th, 2007 06:50 am (UTC)
Beer. Okay. He could do beer. Beer didn't involve washing cups, and at least it meant Stacy was agreeing to stay. He drew in a deep breath and let it out with a quiet huff, then nodded and headed towards the kitchen. Reaching it, he opened the fridge and peered in at the somewhat empty contents, grabbed out two of his four remaining beers and let the door shut as he made his way back out to the living room.

"One beer," he said, holding it out to Stacy. He turned his attention to his sofa and noted the things he had piled on it. Just a few books and papers as well as sheets of music and a couple of clothes. "There's room somewhere..."

He trailed off and gestured to the couch before deciding he'd better make space for Stacy. He walked around the couch and set the bottle on the coffee table, and started gathering everything in his arms. "Have a seat," he said as he turned and dumped his things on the armchair adjacent.
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