House

[london_spy]

After getting Fin home, Danny had done the same for himself, getting his homework done at last before calling it a night. House's text was what woke him mid-day. ...Apparently he was getting that lunch after all.

Car still in the shop, Danny took the tube into the city proper, meeting Greg in a diner he'd never been to before.

He spotted House in a booth and went to join him, dumping his bag on the seat beside him as he slid into the booth.

"Rough night?" he quipped.

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[drfeelbad]

It was House who looked away, feeling awkward as fuck.

He should make a joke, but all he came up with was, "I mean, I don't know about you, but this happens to me all the time. I can't help that I'm so fucking desirable."

[london_spy]

Danny smiled, letting out a soft laugh before returning his attention to his meal.

[drfeelbad]

House watched him for a moment then said, "Want to go see some horses?"

[london_spy]

"Racing, you mean?" Danny asked, finishing his meal.

[drfeelbad]

"That is exactly what I mean," said House. "You don't have a gambling problem do you?"

[london_spy]

"No, I always preferred drugs. ...Suppose there's room in my life for new vices though," Danny smiled.

[drfeelbad]

"Oh good, in that case we're using your money then," House said with a wink, and pulled out his wallet so he could pay for their meal.

[london_spy]

Danny let out a quiet laugh, then shrugged. "Sure," he agreed, pulling out his own wallet to pay his share.

[drfeelbad]

"I've got it," House said, waving him away. "Consider it a thanks for your white knighting last night."

[london_spy]

"You don't owe me anything for that, I wasn't going to let him leave with that creep," Danny assured him, though he didn't stop Greg from paying. Old habits died hard.

[drfeelbad]

"In that case I'm paying because we're about to use your money on the horses," House said, and got up from his seat, grabbing his cane which was leaning against the wall.

[london_spy]

"You really like that sort of thing? Danny asked as they headed outside. "I always feel a bit bad for the horses."

[drfeelbad]

"There are much worse fates for horses," House pointed out.

[london_spy]

"Yeah, and better ones too," Danny laughed. "Race cars I can get behind. I mean, they're mental, but at least they're choosing to get into those cars and race."

[drfeelbad]

"How do you feel about monster trucks?" asked House.

[london_spy]

"Only seen them in films," Danny admitted.

[drfeelbad]

"Well I'd love to show you that instead... but monster trucks are surprisingly hard to come by in jolly old England," House said dryly.

[london_spy]

"Narrow roads," Danny quipped with a lopsided smile.

[drfeelbad]

"Well, do you think you can handle the horses today, knowing that they're running whether or not we're there to make money off of them?" House asked as they approached his bike.

[london_spy]

"I think I can manage," Danny laughed. "Just tell me you usually have luck on your side, 'cause she's never on mine."

[drfeelbad]

"I don't need luck," said House, and handed the bike helmet to Danny before clicking his cane into place and then climbing onto the bike.

[london_spy]

Danny raised a brow and grinned, taking the helmet and slipping it on before climbing on behind House and holding on tight.

Truthfully, he was growing to quite enjoy their little rides together.

[drfeelbad]

House was thinking the same thing.

He took off, enjoying the wind (not too cold today), the sunshine (in London!), and Danny's arms around his waist.

About a mile outside the city, he turned into a parking lot, and climbed off. They actually weren't near a stable, just a nice building that looked like a bar. "I thought you might prefer off-track betting where we don't have to look the horses in their kind faces."

[london_spy]

"Won't stop me thinking about my friend's furry porn though," Danny joked, flashing a teasing smile and pulling off the helmet. His hair was a mess, and he took a moment to try and fix it- Though that only left it looking wilder.

[drfeelbad]

"Should I give you a minute alone?" House asked, and took the helmet from him.