House froze a little. Wait, had he actually just confirmed that a formal date might be a good thing? He was useless at formal dates, he just had no idea what to do and how to behave in a decent social manner. There was all those manners that you were supposed to use, and then there was the small talk, and oh god, he'd actually have to make an effort on his appearance. Wait, did he even have nice clothes? Good lord. It was sad that the thought of a date could halt even Gregory House's brain.
But Wilson seemed to take an interest in the idea, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. And come on, it was Wilson, that wouldn't make for an awkward date, right? They could diagnose the people around them and make subtle, insulting comments about the waitresses. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
"Everybody knows that carnations are a flower for women," House dismissed. "Come on, I'd at least think you'd buy me a nice cactus, maybe - something with personality, at least." And after the hopefully not too excruciating period of having to behave over a dinner table, they could go back to their old beer, pizza and couch. "And I'm not going to be one of your regular dates, Pimp Master," House teased, waving a particularly odd smelling ingredient at Wilson to emphasize his point. "I don't put out on the first date. Well," he stopped, and looked contemplative, and then smirked, "Not unless you make it worth my while."
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Date: 2007-03-08 01:14 am (UTC)But Wilson seemed to take an interest in the idea, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. And come on, it was Wilson, that wouldn't make for an awkward date, right? They could diagnose the people around them and make subtle, insulting comments about the waitresses. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
"Everybody knows that carnations are a flower for women," House dismissed. "Come on, I'd at least think you'd buy me a nice cactus, maybe - something with personality, at least." And after the hopefully not too excruciating period of having to behave over a dinner table, they could go back to their old beer, pizza and couch. "And I'm not going to be one of your regular dates, Pimp Master," House teased, waving a particularly odd smelling ingredient at Wilson to emphasize his point. "I don't put out on the first date. Well," he stopped, and looked contemplative, and then smirked, "Not unless you make it worth my while."