Eyes Wide Shut (House)

[Brianna Grey]

After her little visit to the clinic, Brianna ended up leaving just ten minutes after her bus left the stop a couple blocks down. She should have known that she would be getting out late. The kind of happens when you get into a conversation with the doctor who's seeing you, but she wasn't very upset. Dr. Wilson was a lot of fun to talk to, and she'd enjoyed this appointment a lot morethan she'd expected that she would. There was only one downside. She had to wait about another hour and a half fr the next bus. Bree walked to one of the waiting rooms and took a seat on an empty couch.

She was feeling too tired to go down to the busstop and sit on a stone bench for over an hour. Setting her bag on the floor, Brianna lay herself down on the couch and closed her eyes, using her arm as a pillow. She had a book in her bag that she would read in a little while, while she waited for the time to pass, but first she just wanted to rest a little. The hustle and bustle of people walking around would keep her awake, making it safe to close her eyes for a little while. Perhaps, she might go down to get something to eat in the cafeteria a little later, but only if she had time when she got hungry.

[Dr. House]

House had of course on his way back from Cuddy's office seen Wilson talking with a patient. But not just any patient a girl patient, and by House's watchfull eye they appeared to be doing a lot more than talking. Flirting one might even hazard to guess, and House was willing to hazard a quick conversation to find out. "Hey, wake-up." House said loudly into her ear, pushing her to the side a little with his cane so her feet fell limply onto the ground giving him some room to sit, which he did.
(sorry it's so short.)

[Brianna Grey]

Bree flinched, her hand quickly going up to cover her ear when there was a sudden loud voice in it. That was definitly somethign she hadn't been expecting, and she definitly didn't enjoy one bit. If she didn't have a minor headache before, she felt like she might just get one now. If nothign else, her eardrum stung a little as she pushed herself into a sitting position.

"Geeze, bongo drums..."

The woman muttered to herself, her brow creased in irritation. It was a look that wasn't often seen on her face, except in rare situations like this one. What in the world was that man doing. Letting her hand fall to her lap, she sat up straighter to look at the man who' d taken a seat on the sound where her feet used to be. If he'd wanted to sit there, he hadn't needed to do all of that. She would have moved. Taking a deep breath, Brianna fixed her shirt and leaned against the armrest. He had ever right to sit there, not that there weren't empty seats all around. Still, she wasn't going to argue, what was done was done. Reachng down to pick up her bag, she pulled it up and set it on the couch next to her.

~~It's no prob~~

[Dr. House]

Bongo drums, now that was an anomaly if House had every seen one. (And he had it was kind of his job to put anomalies in their place.) Everything followed rules you just had to find out what kind. Funny that Wilson had picked up a patient that by all rights would have been his speciality (weird as hell but followed her own kind of rules), but somehow House was okay with this. He wasn't attracted to her himself so it's not as if it was any kind of jelousy, just--. Damnit. What was with this girl she was the thing you couldn't say, half of a sock you could never find, impossible to put to words, a puzzle with not just one missing peice but five.

And it frustrated House. It frustrated him quite a bit, so much so that he was even more grumpy than usual. "I see you got stuck with Dr. Wilson." House looked up ready to drop the bait to see what she thought of his friend. Or soon to be ex-friend when he found out House was meddeling in his personal life again. House whistled, "man is he a cutie." It was impossible to tell if this was saracasm or not, but regaurdless it was obviously a joke. House liked his friend, but those eyebrows just weren't attractive.

[Brianna Grey]

Bree stopped looking through her bag for her book when the man continued to talk to her. It was impolite to ignore him when he hadn't really done anything to her. Not too horrible, anyway. And something told her that he wasn't just talking to be talking. He wanted something, and it was a little obvious that that somethign was about Wilson. Looking up at him, through the thin tendrils of hair that had fallen out of place, she watching him curiously for a moment. Was he jelous? Or maybe just nosey...

"I don't think you're his type. Too much penis."

Just to be blunt. Maybe that wasn't what he was getting at, but it would prove one way or the other just what he was getting at. And if this man was in fact interested, Brianna was being honest. Wilson was clearly not into man on man action. There was a clear "stright" way about him that she could see in him smile. Looking way from him once more, Bree pulled out her copy of one of the Shakespeare works "Much Ado About Nothing".

"I can see if he's interested in experimenting, if you want. College time fun flashbacks, and all that."

[Dr. House]

House mentally recorded symptoms, defects, quirks about her. She was a patient here afterall, probably, meant that she had something wrong with her. Hopefully (for House, not for her of course) it was something no one else had been able to figure out. Maybe she was his next case. He narrowed his eyes observing her closely for a few seconds and then relaxed tipping back a little setting his leg up straight and beginning to massage it. "I suppose you're right there is afterall such a lot of it."

She was reading Much Ado About Nothing, one of Jimmy's proffered choices of reading material which either meant that they were closer that House had originally guessed or that they would very shortly become close enough so that House could pull pranks on both of them at the same time. Lovely. "You went to college with him?" Of course House knew this was false, knowing most of Jimmy's good friends from college, but she didn't know that.

[Brianna Grey]

Well, Bree had started the immature jokes, so it was only fair for him to continue them. She wasn't insulted or anything by it. But whatin the world would make him think that she was an old college friend? She had ment the college thing only because of experimenting. Unless he was just being nosey again and trying to get some more information out of her by agreeing or denying to something. What was this, some kind of test? She didn't open her book, since they were still talking but she held it in her lap so that she could turn to it when this was finished.

"Dinosoaurs and Kiwifuits, Sir."

That probably made very little, to no sense to him. It just ment that they were worlds apart. Dino's were around millions of years ago, and The kiwifruit was manmade. crafted in a place she didn't remember, and named after the Kiwi, bird of New Zealand. There was no way they could have come together, just like she had no way of being in the same college of him. She was alittle younger than him, for one, and for another, she hadn't realy gone to college.

"Who are you?"

[Dr. House]

"Dinosaurs and Kiwifruits," House said offering a quirked eyebrow as a mixture between a peace-offering in the battle of imature jokes and an insult at her train of thought. House found himself more and more intrigued with every passing glance. She was all the anomalies int he world piled up into one big mountain. Needless to say although it was fascinating it bugged the hell out of him. Compile up enough anomalies and you have a pattern, albeit an unsoveable one and there was nothing that bugged greg more than a problem that couldn't be solved.

Once in gradeschool the teaxure had drawn a figure on the board and asked all the children to draw it without lifting there pens or retracing lines. It was impossible of course most of the Children had given up after a couple of tries but Gregory just wouldn't give up. Finally the teacher apologized half-way through and said that she had messed up when drawing the extra figure there was supposed to be another line but Gregory was obsessed. He etched the figure onto his desk drew it on walls. Sometimes right before he goes to be he can still see it, a negative of it scrubbed onto the wallpaper of his eye-balls.

"Mafia." Greg answered quickly, a deft lie. "Also a candy-striper but that's only my cover.' Both were false but the use of a rediculously exaggerated first claim would mask the second lie well.

[Brianna Grey]

Brianna laughed when he told her fake identities for himself. He wasn't going to tell her his name, that was okay. She wasn't going to tell him hers, either. But it funny the way he so plainly stated what he was, when he wasn't it. It was so easy for him to lie, and she kne wthat he knew that she wouldn't ever believe that any of that was real. It was an obvious lie that was there only to serve as a way of saying "that's for me to know and you to wonder about." It was funny. He was funny. Kind of rude, but still funny, so she could deal with it. Unsure of wher the conversation could go from there, and figuring it was coming to it's close, Bree opened her book to the page that was marked and leaned back in the couch to start to read. She had these plays almost memorized, most of them, but they were fun to read in any event. A lot of books were like that, and she wasn't going to give them up just because she'd read them before.