GP - London Calling

[mist_mods]

It had been months now, and London remained. The mist hadn't rolled back in, they hadn't all been dragged back to the icy beaches, and life was normal. ...Sort of. ...At least for the people who'd started in London. For others it was like being dumped somewhere new again, forced to either try and make their way home, or build a new life in a new city.

(OTA! London is here to stay, though the mist is still lurking, waiting to creep back in now and then.)

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[drfeelbad]

"Whatever makes you happy," said House, looking amused. Brits and their tea.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Pulling up to the hotel they were greeted by a young woman who smiled and offered the pair a wave.

"Good evening Mr. Flynn, Dr. House," she said cheerfully. "Mr. Flynn, I took the liberty of having some clothes sent over for you and your guest. You'll find them in the wardrobe upstairs. I wasn't sure you'd want dinner, but I've arranged for breakfast to be brought up around ten. Is that too early?"

Fin seemed surprised, but smiled and nodded. "Sounds lovely, Emma. ...And please, it's just Fin," he added quietly.

His assistant only smiled and shrugged.

"Greg, this is my assistant, Emma," he added, gesturing between the pair.

"We've met, I think," the petite blonde replied, cheerful as ever. "I believe you called me insufferable. I was charmed," she added, still smiling but clearly joking now.

[drfeelbad]

He did remember her, barely. "Sounds like me," he said.

She had clothes sent over?

"I hope this wasn't too much trouble."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No, god no. It's nice to have something more to do than tell people which lot of fan-mail goes where," Emma confessed, shaking her head, then pointing at Fin. "Which reminds me, you have so much mail to get through. I know you want to read it all, but unless you figure out how to squeeze fifteen more hours into a day, that's not happening. I'm going to put together a generic reply letter and you can spend an evening signing those next week. I'll have someone else open the packages and we'll have it all stored for now. You can decide what you keep and what gets donated later. The PR I'll have dropped off at your flat next week..."

She trailed off, then shook her head. "Anyway, here are the keys. I told them you wouldn't want to be seen to your room. You just get awkward when dealing with hospitality."

Fin nodded dumbly, taking the keys. "Right, Em. ...Cheers," he said.

"You're welcome. Have a good night," she smiled, waving them both off.

[drfeelbad]

"She seems very competent," said House. Strong praise from him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"She's barely five foot and can't even weigh eight stone, and I think I'm slightly terrified of her," Fin admitted, looking at the keys, then offering them to Greg. "I am very weird around hospitality though, she's not wrong. Shall we head up?"

[drfeelbad]

"Mmmhmm," said House. He had his cane with him in case he needed it later, though didn't have to use it as they walked to the elevator. "She do this kind of thing often?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Not really," Fin admitted, leaning against the wall of the lift. "She always asks if I need anything, but I don't like asking for her time. She does basically run my life though. Always has an email for me in the morning letting me know where I'm meant to be, who I'm seeing, things like that. I don't think I'd manage without her. ...But that's all business, I've never asked her to help with anything personal before. ...Though she does keep reminding me that she's my personal assistant, not my acting assistant."

[drfeelbad]

House suddenly grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I dare you to call her back and ask her to bring condoms and lube.”

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No!" Fin laughed, looking slightly horrified. "Dear god, no."

Bright pink, he shook his head, still smiling as they stepped off the lift and into the suite.

It was beautiful, and on the table a bottle of bubbly was waiting in an ice bucket, along with a lovely fruit spread. ...And on the bed was an unlabeled black plastic bag.

[drfeelbad]

House walked over and plucked out a grape and ate it, then grabbed the bottle. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at the bag.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Dunno," Fin admitted, opening the bag and finding a very pretty black and gold box inside, along with a note from Em.

This was in the PR pile. Seemed appropriate. -Emma

Curious, Fin opened the box, then blushed. Awkwardly he set it down open on the table in front of Greg so he could see. Inside was a bottle of lube in a black bottle, some condoms in gold wrappers, and a metal plug that was definitely not intended for a drain. Along with it was a very fancy looking card from an adult toy shop who were, 'big fans' of his work.

[drfeelbad]

House looked down, saw what was in the bag, started laughing... and couldn’t stop.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin just looked embarrassed, reaching for the bottle and popping the cork.

[drfeelbad]

"You really should give her a raise," House teased, and bent over to untie his shoelaces and toe off his sneakers.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'll keep that in mind," Fin laughed.

[drfeelbad]

“You like strawberries, right?” House continued, and held one to his lips.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin turned his head away though, taking a step back.

"I'm just going to text Em and thank her," he said.

[drfeelbad]

House ate the strawberry instead, and then sat down on the bed and examined the box more closely. "This looks high quality," he said. "Maybe they're hoping you'll tweet about them or something."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh, my manager would love that," Fin snorted, sending off the text to Em and shaking his head. "They're shit out of luck anyway, I don't run my Twitter, Em does."

[drfeelbad]

"What about instagram?" House said. "Maybe they're hoping for a photo endorsement?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Wouldn't even know how to use it," Fin confessed. "I don't think I have one. ...That's the photo one, right?"

[drfeelbad]

"Yes," House said. "It's like Twitter for people who an't read. Are you sure you don't have one?" He pulled up his phone to go to instagram and search for him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't think so. I know I didn't have a facebook, there was a whole thing where my manager had to make an official one, but I don't know who runs it. ...I have email though. I check that all the time."

Greg wouldn't find an official Instagram for him, but he might find a few fan accounts, plenty of tagged photos, and a somewhat unsettling account that was just candid shots taken on someone's shitty old iPhone.

[drfeelbad]

"You're right, you don't have an account, but there are plenty of selfies with you," he said. "And possibly a stalker." He held up the phone to show him.