A Little Pick Me Up - for cushylife

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[ooc: continued from here]His three month streak was ending and damn if Ian wasn't grateful for it. He was getting a little sick and tired of spending his nights alone. What was even better was he hadn't expected to actually pick the doctor up. He had seemed so incredibly straight when Ian had started talking to him that he never imagined his

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[cushylife]

"The client pick up half the minibar, too? These things are extortionate."

From his comments, it might have been difficult to pick up that Robert Chase's idea of a 'pretty decent' hotel room varied from Ian's by a few hundred dollars on the price tag. At least, it used to when his father's AMEX black picked up the bill, and a surgeon's wages haven't seen him doing badly, either. But it wasn't bad at all, upper-middle described it well, and Chase had slept in a lot worse within recent memory. The anonymity, that striving for high end, beige carpeted sameness these places all had suited him down to the ground.

His breath had quickened on the staircase, and not from anything like unfamiliarity with exertion. Honestly, he hadn't expected to be picked up. Even now he was quietly reassuring himself that he didn't have to go through with it. What was the phrase again? Suck it and see

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He chuckled. Yeah, he liked this guy and his attitude.

"I'll mark it down as a travel expense. They won't know the difference."

As long as he got the job done, no one cared about the cost. He shrugged out of his jacket as he went to the bed to grab up the tossed bottle. Apparently, the doctor needed a little more liquid courage before they actually got to anything fun. Ian could wait. He was a patient man.

"I like the way you think."

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Approval lead to Chase snagging two more bottles from the bar before closing it -- courage would definitely be a bonus, but a lack of rational inhibitions would do at a pinch. And it wasn't as through everything had to be drunk before-- whatever. The way he saw it, he was saving one of them a walk.

"My mind and my elbows. You're onto a winner."

He carried the small cargo over to the bed, stopping to unbutton and shuck off his own jacket, dark purple and neatly seamed, a button down in a lighter lilac and purple tie underneath. Yes, he'd define himself as straight, but people got the wrong impression a lot. Loath to sit down first - Ian had to be close to the same height as House, which put Chase and his 5'10" on a tall day some distance below, he cracked open the first bottle. Vodka. A fair draw.

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Ian watched him shed his layers with interest. He was already planning his first move, once he sensed the time was right. For now he just smirked.

"I know how to pick 'em."

He opened a little bottle of Jack Daniels then invaded his personal space to clink his bottle to against his Vodka then moved to the bed to sit down. He took a drink and jerked his head at the open space next to him.

"Have a seat."