Saturday night. Quarter to twelve. A young man stepped out of a car, parked on the sidewalk of a lotto store. He slammed the door and began to stride towards the store. He walked in and the light shined on his face. Hair a dark shade of brown, eyes a piercing blue. Face, embraced with stubble. He walked through and gave a curt nod at the cashier. He gave a nod back as the man walked into the back of the store. Suddenly, loud Музыка began seeping through the walls. He opened the Далее door, and lights, dancing people and Музыка came into the scene. Shots were taken at the bar, close dancing taken at the floor, upbeat Музыка caressing the air. He walked across the club as many women stared at him, gawking at him as he made his way to the bar. He ordered a glass of scotch before walking to the end of the club. He remained in the corner, staying in a perfect position, scanning the whole room as he threw back gulps of his scotch. And in a half second, he saw her. Red, low cut top, a dark pair of jeans, with low black heels, flirting with a guy. They were both laughing over by the end of the dance floor. A grin grew across his face as soon as he threw back the last sip of his scotch. He walked over by them and interrupted their conversation.
"Oh yes I--"
"Is this the sixth или the seventh guy tonight? I'm sorry I don't remember. I mean, I knew the last one was--"
"House--"
Cuddy began glaring at House as the other man's face grimaced.
"No, no, it's not problem. I'll just take a number, and call me when you're ready."
House pretended to walk away, listening to the conversation.
"I'll just see Ты later Lisa."
She sighed and House turned around, and looked at her, and waited for her to turn around. When she did, she gave a glare, and came toward him.
"What the hell was that?"
"I'm sorry, were Ты planning to have sex?"
"It was a plan."
"Wasn't going to happen anyway. Now, why is Lisa Cuddy, at a club, on Saturday night?"
They began walking to the end of the bar.
"When did Greggory House start caring about what I'm doing, and who I'm doing things with?"
"I don't care who Ты are или what Ты are screwing, I just want to know why--"
"Why would Ты mess with me tonight. Why would Ты come here..Why, why would you--"
"I don't know if you've noticed, I like to mess with people."
"Plenty of women here. You're obviously here for ONS...You want me tonight. All for yourself."
"I want Ты all the time. The Вопрос is, what makes tonight so different?"
"Everything. Ты know I came here for a reason. Ты know that I want sex tonight. Well it's not going to be with Ты buddy."
"We'll just see about that."
She turned around and went to the dance floor. He watched her dance, Переместить her body with the beat of the music, he laid the glass on the counter вверх and joined Cuddy on the dance floor. He sneaked up behind her and breathed down her neck. She was startled for a second, gave a quick glance behind, and kept on dancing.
"Don't stop."
He put his hands on her waist. She brought her hands up to the sides of his face. After a few minutes, she took one of his hands and pulled him off the dance floor. She pushed him up against the Стена and began to whisper in his ear.
"Rules, we don't talk about this, ever, no one. We're not doing it in any of our dorms either."
"So where Ты suppose we go?"
It was very dark but sounds of falling equipment, and intense breathing came from the storage closet. They were talking in whispers as they breathed heavily.
"Out of all the places."
"You didn't want to do it in the dorms."
They twisted and turned. She finally laid back on the cold tile with a bare back, giving a slight shiver. He saw this and grabbed his jacket, lifted her up against his chest while he laid it across the floor, gently bringing her back down. He hovered over her smiling and staring into her eyes. She stared back.
"Why are Ты looking at me like that?"
"We just had sex in a storage closet, in a club, and you're concerned of why I'm staring at you?"
"Yes."
She grabbed his neck with her right hand, then ran it across his stubble, then ran it through his hair.
"You do want me for yourself don't you?"
"I'm sorry."
"You aren't going to get me this easy."
"Wasn't planning to. This is it."
"Better be."