Groupie Number Nine

Chapter One: Musings

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Greg House. If only there were enough words in any of the trillions of languages that man knew to describe Greg House, she would started working on the list months ago. Four months ago. All right, three months, three weeks and five days. She could round up if she wanted to.

This hadn't exactly been her college plan. She had wanted to have fun, of course… It was, after all, suppose to be the time of her life. But she really had thoroughly expected to be studying medicine… not ways to get into a legend's bed…

Lisa rolled over to glare at her alarm clock, the bright green numbers screaming the God forsaken hour of four twenty seven… House had just left. One of her roommates lay exhausted on the couch. She had hoped they would've at least had the decency to lock themselves in the bathroom or something, anything to muffle some of the awful noises that arose from the other room.

"Fuck sleep." She growled, getting up and scrambling to her dresser to grab her jogging clothes. If she couldn't sleep she was going to get exercise, she'd need endorphins after last nights horrifying turn of events.

As she stepped out into the cool, very early morning air she thought about everything that had gone down the night before, and how, or rather when, she had managed to get her thoughts all tangled up in Greg House. She knew it was pointless to ever think about him as more than an elusive, disgruntled lady's man, but for some reason it didn't stop her.

Her roommates had wanted to throw a party. She hadn't cared. In fact, she would welcome the distraction after all the hours of studying she had put in for a biology test that was over a week away.

It was early February, and this was the first get together that was to be held at her dorm. Fortunately for her, her dormitory was a renovated six-bedroom house just inside Ann Arbor, so if she really need to escape she could always head over to the twenty-four hour student center or even hide away in her room.

Unfortunately for her, her room was on the first floor, and by eleven it was already occupied by two unfamiliar grad students and she was forced to join the rest of the house in it's festivities.

"Lisa… look, babe, you have to lighten up…" Lisa's literal room mate grinned at her as she pushed a beer into her hand, a drink that would forever leave a dingy taste in her mouth and a fuzzy feeling in the back of her skull, "It's Friday night, you don't have class tomorrow, you don't have any parents around to piss off, hell, you can do whatever the fuck you want to do tonight!"

Lisa ran her fingers over the cool, moist glass before looking up at her friend, "Whatever I want?"

"What ever the hell you want."

She reached out and attempted to hand the beer back, "I want to remember tomorrow."

Karen rolled her eyes, making no move to accept the drink, "Have one. You'll still have your liver and memory intact in the morning."

"But if I-" She stopped short, realizing that Karen was no longer paying attention to her, but that her already fuzzy eyes had drifted to the opening door. Lisa turned to see who had entered her temporary home, the beer in her hand still extended in front of her as the self titled Great Greg House walked in.

He grinned when he saw her and walked up to her, smooth, calm, collected, his usual charming self, only this time around his bright blue eyes were bloodshot and hazy, a good sign that the little get together being thrown in her house had not been his first stop of the evening.

"This for me?" He plucked the freshly opened beer out of her hand and took a swig. "God, you're an angel, Leese, how'd you know this is exactly what I needed?"

She scoffed and narrowed her eyes at him, "Oh, I just had one of those feelings, Greg. You look like you could definitely use a few more of them."

"Now, now Lisa, you're not going to seduce me that easily." He looked her up and down, slowing down his drifting gaze and allowing his eyes to linger at her sweatshirt encased breasts. "More revealing clothing would certainly help your case."

"There is no case," She shot back. "I don't think there'd be room for me in your pants, anyway."

He raised an eyebrow to her, "You're so quick to make such flattering and remarkably accurate assumptions. Two points."

She smiled slightly and turned to walk away from him, "Yeah, no way I could fit in there along with your ego."

He smirked at her retreating figure, contemplating going after her. All those thoughts soon lay to rest when the more zealous and far more tipsy Karen sauntered up to him, "Hey, House."

He gave Lisa one last look as she turned to see, at least he assumed she had turned to see, if he was following her before turning back to Karen.

"Hey." He gave her his most charming grin, only vaguely disappointed when he caught a glimpse of an unsurprised smirk spread across Lisa's face as she continued her journey into the living room.

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A/N: So… My friend and I were discussing the dynamics of the Huddy College relationship, and being both analytical and literary minded, she pulled out all of these details and hints from within the show and then explained to me what she believed it to be. This is my take on her observation. =]