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[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday, Novak [raises his glass]

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[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

[Jimmy raises his own and clinks it against the doctor's.] Forty-three... I can officially say back in my day and hate the things my daughter picks out to wear at the store now.

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

That's 45, Novak. [drinks from his glass]

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

Forty-five? [He blinks and takes a sip from his glass.] ...What?

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

Nothing...[smirks] You're still young enough to have both a kid and a sex life.

But you're old enough to be considered an old pervert to those girls spying on us, mostly you.

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

[Now he's really confused.] What girls? Please, I really don't want to deal with being picked up on. It makes me all awkward.

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

[subtly he points at a bunch of giggling girls]

[he turns around and gestures 'He's great in the sack, too', causing the girls to huff]

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

[Jimmy dottity dot dot's before hiding his face with a menu.]

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

Oh, live a little, will you? [squeezes Jimmy's hand to assure him] And you're drinking tonight so get to it.

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

[Jimmy takes another drink of his wine.] Yeah, I know. Gotta have a little more faith in me, House, geez.

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

I have complete and utmost faith in you. [surprisingly not a lie]

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

[Jimmy rose his brows at that but took another drink to sate himself.] What made you decide on this place?

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

Two reasons; it's a nice steakhouse and the original doctor who reserved it had a vendetta against me.

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

[Jimmy laughed but couldn't help but go 'MMMM steak' in the process.] Well, thanks, it's nice- I like it.

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

[Jimmy raises his own and clinks it against the doctor's.] Forty-three... I can officially say back in my day and hate the things my daughter picks out to wear at the store now.

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

That's 45, Novak. [drinks from his glass]

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

Forty-five? [He blinks and takes a sip from his glass.] ...What?

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

Nothing...[smirks] You're still young enough to have both a kid and a sex life.

But you're old enough to be considered an old pervert to those girls spying on us, mostly you.

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

[Now he's really confused.] What girls? Please, I really don't want to deal with being picked up on. It makes me all awkward.

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

[subtly he points at a bunch of giggling girls]

[he turns around and gestures 'He's great in the sack, too', causing the girls to huff]

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

[Jimmy dottity dot dot's before hiding his face with a menu.]

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

Oh, live a little, will you? [squeezes Jimmy's hand to assure him] And you're drinking tonight so get to it.

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

[Jimmy takes another drink of his wine.] Yeah, I know. Gotta have a little more faith in me, House, geez.

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

I have complete and utmost faith in you. [surprisingly not a lie]

[chainedtoacomet.livejournal.com]

[Jimmy rose his brows at that but took another drink to sate himself.] What made you decide on this place?

[house-onthehill.livejournal.com]

Two reasons; it's a nice steakhouse and the original doctor who reserved it had a vendetta against me.