Astarion
Surprisingly there were not many pubs in London that played American football on the televisions. Even then, it was usually like one television out of half a dozen above the bar. As a result, House had not only a regular pub that he went to this time of year but also a regular seat.
"Hey Greg," said the bartender as House slid onto a stool at the end of the bar and leaned his cane against it. He went ahead and poured a double of Jack Daniels on the rocks and pushed it to him without House having to ask. "Who's playing tonight?" he asked, as if he cared. But House appreciated the effort.
"Ohio State versus Rutgers," said House then added gleefully, "I'm just here to watch Ohio State get their asses kicked." He'd gone to Michigan.
"Hey can I also get a basket of chips?" he asked, and the bartender nodded and walked away.
"Hey Greg," said the bartender as House slid onto a stool at the end of the bar and leaned his cane against it. He went ahead and poured a double of Jack Daniels on the rocks and pushed it to him without House having to ask. "Who's playing tonight?" he asked, as if he cared. But House appreciated the effort.
"Ohio State versus Rutgers," said House then added gleefully, "I'm just here to watch Ohio State get their asses kicked." He'd gone to Michigan.
"Hey can I also get a basket of chips?" he asked, and the bartender nodded and walked away.
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"I haven't decided yet," Astarion replied bluntly. "I don't know if I can trust you."
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"Oh please. we both know you're interested," Astarion replied. "How could you not be? This is... Sensitive though."
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"Well, I mean.... It's probably fine," Astarion said, dragging the words out just a bit too long to seem as though he sincerely believed that.
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"Oh please, are you really telling me you aren't keen to see what makes me tick?" Astarion asked with a little grin.
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He also wasn't really sure what the man wanted to hear from him; he'd already said he knew how to keep his mouth shut. And maybe his curiosity could outweigh some amount of risk here, but Astarion wasn't making much of a sales pitch.
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Astarion made an annoyed sound, then huffed a bit.
"Can you help or not?" he asked finally.
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"And I'm still not, but there is a shocking lack of options," Astarion replied. "I enjoy not being dead though, and I'd like to carry on."
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"I don't currently know anyone who'd say such a thing,"Astarion assured him.
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Astarion paid as well, with money he'd 'found', then moved to stand. "Are we going now then? You do have an office, don't you? This isn't going to be some back alley nonsense, is it?"
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"Lovely, lead the way," Astarion purred, hoping this wasn't about to be a waste of time.
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"So are you going to give me the backstory?" he asked as they walked. "Or make me guess based now whatever I see under your skin."
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"I told you. Modified, controlled, deadly virus that's a blessing and a curse. Blah, blah, blah," Astarion replied, pulling a face. "What more is there to know?"
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"Oh, he's not bothered about gender," Astorian replied, as if that somehow made it better, not worse.
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"So this virus," he said. "We need to be very careful not to... cure it."
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"Yes. Truth be told, if the virus can't be... Altered, or whatever - I still find it preferable to not having it all," he admitted.
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Hell, that was half the reason he didn't have a cybernetic leg, and much of that was just based on paranoia.
"Well, we'll see what we can do," he finally said after a pause as they approached the clinic.
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Astarion nearly mentioned that he didn't have much to pay with- Then thought better of it. Perhaps he could just see how much the other man could do and negotiate later. ...Or run, running was always an option. Or a fight. He wasn't above punching someone with a bad leg.
Honestly, he wasn't above much of anything when it came to self preservation.
"Is this it?" he asked with a note of disapproval as they approached the clinic. "I thought it might be... I don't know... Bigger, I suppose."
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