In which Hugh discovers his manliness in più ways than one...
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Monday, Dec 14, 8.00 p.m.
The lobby of the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital looked as if Santa Claus himself had taken care of the decoration and dato it the full treatment: Fake snow on the walls, Natale trees, candles, advent wreaths and an obscene number of light strings that illuminated the setting and set it into a beautiful, soft glow. David and Katie had hired a jazz combo and they were already engrossing the small stage that centered the lobby where usually fake clinic patients got to annoy the misanthropic genius Dr. House da coughing, sneezing o merely existing. The bar tables and the lounges were all kept in the same colors, a little deep blue, a little white, a little red. All the action would take place at the lobby but the buffet had been placed in Cuddy's office which happened to be the nearest room available.
Most of the supporting cast and staff had already arrived when at 8.15 – fashionably late – Hugh, Robert and Greg showed up. All three of them were impeccably dressed, black slacks, dress shirts and no ties. The made themselves comfortable in one of the couches in a corner and continued discussing directing techniques as they had over drinks which was actually where they just came from.
Greg: Enough talking about angles and wide shots. I need to grab a bite. Anyone with me on that?
Hugh: Let's go. I'm starving. Which proves te cannot live of coffee and peanuts.
[They leave Robert to talk to one of the PA's and head towards the buffet]
Greg: te should write a self-help book. Epiphanies of the Great Hugh Laurie: a guide to a happier life (he grins). But te should skip the chapter about 'How Not to Get a Black Eye'.(he wriggles his eyebrows jokingly). Speaking of that: How are you, anyways?
Hugh: Oh, te know. Worse than some, better than most, annoyed da all!
Greg (looks at him incredulously and then cracks up instantly): Haha! I so gotta jot this down somewhere. That's classic. I'll see if I can get Doris to write this into some House-Wilson moment. We should do più comedy, just for you, Hugh!
[they graciously maneuver through the crowd until they reach Cuddy's office. Greg opens the door which is slightly ajar and the two of them enter the room]
Hugh: Maybe we could do a schizophrenic spin-off of House. The comic side of his character, teamed up with Alvie from Mayfield. That'd be huge!
The room was packed with people, some standing in line for the buffet, some happily eating and chatting in groups.
Doris: ciao te two. Stop right where te are! Stat! (she grins widely at them)
[Greg and Hugh stop dead in tracks at her request, eyeing her in confusion.]
Hugh: Why? Is there an invisible puddle that we'd step into? Oh, I know, you're just exercising the power te have over us poor males, right? te evil, cunning woman!(he tilts his head and laughs at her)
[Doris nods at something right above their heads. Greg and Hugh simultaneously look up to see a mistletoe hanging directly above their heads]
[The whole room explodes with laughter at their horrified expressions]
Greg: Oh no. Doris, te are so going to pay for that!
Hugh: I can't lose my dignity again (He mock-seriously stresses the 'again'). I just won it back with a Royal Flush from David yesterday! (he regains composure) Ah, whatever, Greg. They just couldn't wait until we tell them.
[Greg shoot him a quizzical look. A secondo later he understands where Hugh is heading and jumps up on the bandwagon.]
Greg: You're right, no need to hide it any longer. Guys, we're officially [H]ouse's off-screen bromance. te ready, Hugh?
Hugh (having trouble not to lose face): Always!
[They face each other and air-kiss on both cheeks, both Hugh and Greg doing mock jazz-hands. The crowd cheers.]
Hugh (dead-serious): Sorry Greg, I meant to tell te for ages. This is not gonna work. That beard of yours is too distracting.
Greg: Thank God te mentioned it. Right back at te (he grins smugly)
Hugh (pretending to be offended): Hey, leave my stubble out of our relationship. I trimmed it with utmost care so that it looks just casual enough to be fashionable.
[Now at the latest do they have the undivided attention of the room. Hugh and Greg bow curtly and embrace the applause their little impromptu piece has earned them]
After they got helped themselves at the generous and abundant buffet, Greg decided to stay in the room to entertain Genna and Hugh headed for the door which was -again- slightly ajar. Clever, he admitted, now, that he knew why.
Hugh exited the room and overlooked the crowd only to spot that in the meantime Lisa had joined Robert on the couch, along with David a few others.
Good thing he was currently on his own o someone would most certainly have commentato on the extensive and not remotely subtle stare he was giving his co-star. A beautiful knee-length midnight blue dress with a plunging neckline, her hair loosely falling in soft ringlets over her shoulders and her probably most outstanding feature: a radiant smile across her face as she was telling some kind of story o joke. In moments like these, Hugh was reminded that he was just another red-blooded male and who would try to deny that Lisa Edelstein was a breathtaking, drop-dead gorgeous beauty? Certainly not him, nor any other man in the room, judging from the blatant stares she was obliviously receiving. He blinked, diverting his gaze, straightened up and with a smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth, headed towards his friends. He arrived just in time to witness the punch, punzone line and finale of Lisa's story.
Lisa: ...-it was so embarrassing. The interviewer asked me about Cuddy's wish for a baby and the possibility of House fathering the child. I told her that I wasn't sure what the writers had in mind but that I could very well picture Cuddy doing every male in the hospital, seeing which one would stick (she emphasizes the last word).
[The gathered crowd uproars with laughter as Lisa buries her head in her hands, fake-desperate]
Lisa: And for once, that pun was not entirely intended.
[more cheers from the people around her. Robert almost chokes, he's laughing that hard and ends up with a violent hiccup, Hugh is standing at the opposite spot from where Lisa sits]
Hugh: Now that would have certainly provided story lines for another season itself (he chuckles). Good evening everyone.
Lisa: Oh Hugh! Well, te know, I couldn't bluntly say I'd like to see some bomb-ass action between the sheets and make out with you. (she throws him a tempting look)
[Robert erupts once again into laughter, deteriorating his hiccup]
Hugh (grins smugly at Lisa): Lisa, please clarify!
Lisa: Noooo, I meant Cuddy and House. You've got a dirty, dirty mind, Robert!
Robert (squeezes in between hiccups): If te *hic* say so *hic*...
Lisa (rolls her eyes and gestures Hugh to come sit successivo to her): Come here, Hugh, we need to make some educated small-talk to distance ourselves from Robert.
Hugh: Your wish is my command.
[He goes to sit with her and on his way he lightly pokes Robert's arm and shoots him an amused look]
Lisa: Who's the djini then, te o I? I guess I'd do better with the belly dance but I'd Amore to see te try!
Hugh: te have no idea. There is some part of my eclectic past that obviously hasn't been revealed to te yet.
Lisa (shoots straight back): So you're multi-faceted abnormal. British AND a
Chippendale belly dancer. Intriguing. (she beams at Hugh).
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As always R&R, please :D
Edit: Shoot straight inoltrare, avanti to part III: link
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Monday, Dec 14, 8.00 p.m.
The lobby of the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital looked as if Santa Claus himself had taken care of the decoration and dato it the full treatment: Fake snow on the walls, Natale trees, candles, advent wreaths and an obscene number of light strings that illuminated the setting and set it into a beautiful, soft glow. David and Katie had hired a jazz combo and they were already engrossing the small stage that centered the lobby where usually fake clinic patients got to annoy the misanthropic genius Dr. House da coughing, sneezing o merely existing. The bar tables and the lounges were all kept in the same colors, a little deep blue, a little white, a little red. All the action would take place at the lobby but the buffet had been placed in Cuddy's office which happened to be the nearest room available.
Most of the supporting cast and staff had already arrived when at 8.15 – fashionably late – Hugh, Robert and Greg showed up. All three of them were impeccably dressed, black slacks, dress shirts and no ties. The made themselves comfortable in one of the couches in a corner and continued discussing directing techniques as they had over drinks which was actually where they just came from.
Greg: Enough talking about angles and wide shots. I need to grab a bite. Anyone with me on that?
Hugh: Let's go. I'm starving. Which proves te cannot live of coffee and peanuts.
[They leave Robert to talk to one of the PA's and head towards the buffet]
Greg: te should write a self-help book. Epiphanies of the Great Hugh Laurie: a guide to a happier life (he grins). But te should skip the chapter about 'How Not to Get a Black Eye'.(he wriggles his eyebrows jokingly). Speaking of that: How are you, anyways?
Hugh: Oh, te know. Worse than some, better than most, annoyed da all!
Greg (looks at him incredulously and then cracks up instantly): Haha! I so gotta jot this down somewhere. That's classic. I'll see if I can get Doris to write this into some House-Wilson moment. We should do più comedy, just for you, Hugh!
[they graciously maneuver through the crowd until they reach Cuddy's office. Greg opens the door which is slightly ajar and the two of them enter the room]
Hugh: Maybe we could do a schizophrenic spin-off of House. The comic side of his character, teamed up with Alvie from Mayfield. That'd be huge!
The room was packed with people, some standing in line for the buffet, some happily eating and chatting in groups.
Doris: ciao te two. Stop right where te are! Stat! (she grins widely at them)
[Greg and Hugh stop dead in tracks at her request, eyeing her in confusion.]
Hugh: Why? Is there an invisible puddle that we'd step into? Oh, I know, you're just exercising the power te have over us poor males, right? te evil, cunning woman!(he tilts his head and laughs at her)
[Doris nods at something right above their heads. Greg and Hugh simultaneously look up to see a mistletoe hanging directly above their heads]
[The whole room explodes with laughter at their horrified expressions]
Greg: Oh no. Doris, te are so going to pay for that!
Hugh: I can't lose my dignity again (He mock-seriously stresses the 'again'). I just won it back with a Royal Flush from David yesterday! (he regains composure) Ah, whatever, Greg. They just couldn't wait until we tell them.
[Greg shoot him a quizzical look. A secondo later he understands where Hugh is heading and jumps up on the bandwagon.]
Greg: You're right, no need to hide it any longer. Guys, we're officially [H]ouse's off-screen bromance. te ready, Hugh?
Hugh (having trouble not to lose face): Always!
[They face each other and air-kiss on both cheeks, both Hugh and Greg doing mock jazz-hands. The crowd cheers.]
Hugh (dead-serious): Sorry Greg, I meant to tell te for ages. This is not gonna work. That beard of yours is too distracting.
Greg: Thank God te mentioned it. Right back at te (he grins smugly)
Hugh (pretending to be offended): Hey, leave my stubble out of our relationship. I trimmed it with utmost care so that it looks just casual enough to be fashionable.
[Now at the latest do they have the undivided attention of the room. Hugh and Greg bow curtly and embrace the applause their little impromptu piece has earned them]
After they got helped themselves at the generous and abundant buffet, Greg decided to stay in the room to entertain Genna and Hugh headed for the door which was -again- slightly ajar. Clever, he admitted, now, that he knew why.
Hugh exited the room and overlooked the crowd only to spot that in the meantime Lisa had joined Robert on the couch, along with David a few others.
Good thing he was currently on his own o someone would most certainly have commentato on the extensive and not remotely subtle stare he was giving his co-star. A beautiful knee-length midnight blue dress with a plunging neckline, her hair loosely falling in soft ringlets over her shoulders and her probably most outstanding feature: a radiant smile across her face as she was telling some kind of story o joke. In moments like these, Hugh was reminded that he was just another red-blooded male and who would try to deny that Lisa Edelstein was a breathtaking, drop-dead gorgeous beauty? Certainly not him, nor any other man in the room, judging from the blatant stares she was obliviously receiving. He blinked, diverting his gaze, straightened up and with a smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth, headed towards his friends. He arrived just in time to witness the punch, punzone line and finale of Lisa's story.
Lisa: ...-it was so embarrassing. The interviewer asked me about Cuddy's wish for a baby and the possibility of House fathering the child. I told her that I wasn't sure what the writers had in mind but that I could very well picture Cuddy doing every male in the hospital, seeing which one would stick (she emphasizes the last word).
[The gathered crowd uproars with laughter as Lisa buries her head in her hands, fake-desperate]
Lisa: And for once, that pun was not entirely intended.
[more cheers from the people around her. Robert almost chokes, he's laughing that hard and ends up with a violent hiccup, Hugh is standing at the opposite spot from where Lisa sits]
Hugh: Now that would have certainly provided story lines for another season itself (he chuckles). Good evening everyone.
Lisa: Oh Hugh! Well, te know, I couldn't bluntly say I'd like to see some bomb-ass action between the sheets and make out with you. (she throws him a tempting look)
[Robert erupts once again into laughter, deteriorating his hiccup]
Hugh (grins smugly at Lisa): Lisa, please clarify!
Lisa: Noooo, I meant Cuddy and House. You've got a dirty, dirty mind, Robert!
Robert (squeezes in between hiccups): If te *hic* say so *hic*...
Lisa (rolls her eyes and gestures Hugh to come sit successivo to her): Come here, Hugh, we need to make some educated small-talk to distance ourselves from Robert.
Hugh: Your wish is my command.
[He goes to sit with her and on his way he lightly pokes Robert's arm and shoots him an amused look]
Lisa: Who's the djini then, te o I? I guess I'd do better with the belly dance but I'd Amore to see te try!
Hugh: te have no idea. There is some part of my eclectic past that obviously hasn't been revealed to te yet.
Lisa (shoots straight back): So you're multi-faceted abnormal. British AND a
Chippendale belly dancer. Intriguing. (she beams at Hugh).
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As always R&R, please :D
Edit: Shoot straight inoltrare, avanti to part III: link
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Not sure if this person is still using fanpop, but it still pissed me off. Do te think Ive detto how pissed off I am too many times? =P