House was finishing up, finally taking the advantage of the space when Foreman stepped out of the shower, and stepped under the jets of water. He set the soap in its tray and let the water rinse him off. Foreman's little grin had made House curious, a tiny bit nervous, and when Foreman returned and held out a bottle--a pink flowery bottle--of shampoo, House realized the nervousness hadn't been completely unfounded. What the hell was that? He'd asked for shampoo not...that. That wasn't shampoo. That looked like some kind of liquid tropical flower garden. In a bottle. House narrowed his eyes, staring at Foreman for a second, but reached out and wrenched the bottle out of his hand before closing the door in Foreman's amused, satisfied little face.
"Should have known you had a fling with Chase," House said, frowning at the palm of his hand as it caught a quarter-sized amount of shampoo. Jesus, it really was mango-scented. Great. Foreman was going to be sticking his nose in his hair as if he were a damn flower and giving him comments for the rest of the night. "Only person I know willing to walk around smelling like a fruit." House suspected some woman that Foreman had slept with had left it here, but there was no reason for Foreman to keep it unless he wanted to stash it in case he ever had to use it, and it wouldn't stop House from sharing with their colleagues that Foreman kept mango-scented shampoo. Might even bring the bottle as a visual aid, he thought as he started lathering the shampoo in his hair.
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Date: 2009-04-17 09:01 pm (UTC)"Should have known you had a fling with Chase," House said, frowning at the palm of his hand as it caught a quarter-sized amount of shampoo. Jesus, it really was mango-scented. Great. Foreman was going to be sticking his nose in his hair as if he were a damn flower and giving him comments for the rest of the night. "Only person I know willing to walk around smelling like a fruit." House suspected some woman that Foreman had slept with had left it here, but there was no reason for Foreman to keep it unless he wanted to stash it in case he ever had to use it, and it wouldn't stop House from sharing with their colleagues that Foreman kept mango-scented shampoo. Might even bring the bottle as a visual aid, he thought as he started lathering the shampoo in his hair.