It was a stupid suggestion. House and Eric thought so, Amber knew so, and the others drowning away the awkward silence with their own idiotic ideas didn't take away from her fuck-up. Amber refused to let her frustration show, but inside she burned. That's what she got for following Eric's brilliant advice. Ridicule and embarrassment.
She'd play the game her way, from now on.
Who else could she rely on but herself, after all?
House's jeer did sting, not just because it reminded her of a lost opportunity and who'd stolen it from her, but because it indicated the depth of her mistake. Her muscles tightened, her face rigid as if it'd been numbed. "Two to five odds aren't so bad," Amber informed him with stiff dignity.
“You’re right about the ‘odds,’” House retorted, his smirk making it clear the pun was more than intentional.
She had to improve her standing. Soon. Remind House she was indispensable.
No one turned around to Eric—Foreman, she had to get used to that-- when he spoke, more wary of the ticking bomb House represented. Amber held back a scowl, since with House next to her, they’d see her reaction. But she didn’t need anger. Anger was beneath her. She’d come up with a great solution and rub it in Eric’s-- Foreman’s-- face. And guarantee her job in the same stroke.
House, however, seemed to have his own ideas, and none of them were case-related. “Weird, though, that you’re asking about the medicine. Didn’t you quit?” Suddenly, proving herself right didn’t seem as important as watching House rip into Eric-- Foreman. Amber leaned back into her chair, crossing her arms and legs.
no subject
She'd play the game her way, from now on.
Who else could she rely on but herself, after all?
House's jeer did sting, not just because it reminded her of a lost opportunity and who'd stolen it from her, but because it indicated the depth of her mistake. Her muscles tightened, her face rigid as if it'd been numbed. "Two to five odds aren't so bad," Amber informed him with stiff dignity.
“You’re right about the ‘odds,’” House retorted, his smirk making it clear the pun was more than intentional.
She had to improve her standing. Soon. Remind House she was indispensable.
No one turned around to Eric—Foreman, she had to get used to that-- when he spoke, more wary of the ticking bomb House represented. Amber held back a scowl, since with House next to her, they’d see her reaction. But she didn’t need anger. Anger was beneath her. She’d come up with a great solution and rub it in Eric’s-- Foreman’s-- face. And guarantee her job in the same stroke.
House, however, seemed to have his own ideas, and none of them were case-related. “Weird, though, that you’re asking about the medicine. Didn’t you quit?” Suddenly, proving herself right didn’t seem as important as watching House rip into Eric-- Foreman. Amber leaned back into her chair, crossing her arms and legs.