This woman knew more about House then he did,<i> fuck me, I should never have made that reference, now I have a woman assuming she can just use it at free will.</i>The more she made references to House and her being Doctor Cuddy the more he wanted to just crawl into a hole. He shot her a glare, one he hadn't used in a while, one that conveyed how upset he was. It was trivial really, but he didn't like it, he felt like she had ruined his reference and was rolling with it full bore.<br/><br/>"I just meant to imply I was not a pill popping freak, no further reference is required," he didn't want to go further with it, he honestly couldn't remember whether Cuddy was the boss or not, or how many of the people House had had a crush on, he just remembered that House was a pill popper, and that was really about it.<br/><br/>Of course he had left himself wide open for her to throw in that he was an alcoholic freak, but he already knew that and honestly didn't care if she called him that. He knew he was an alcoholic, she had called him that already and he hadn't asked to stop yet, why would he bother to do so now? Mark let himself out of the car when she said to go have the beer, and he moseyed his way toward the door and started patting his pants after a short panic, but there it was in his back pocket, a thin worn brown wallet with his id just in case.<br/><br/>As for the rest of her comments he tried hard to ignore much of what she had said, primarily because he disagreed highly with her assessment of the situation. Reliving his glory days with comments like 'grats on winning the SuperBowl dude,' or 'hey, you were awesome,' followed up by, 'how about a round of beers for me and the boys, c'mon you can afford it,' just didn't seem like a connection people were trying to make. It was all about taking advantage of him, but she had failed to ask what happened and went straight into assuming they were making connections. He muttered under his breath, "typical journalist, always assuming," it was meant for her not to hear it as he strode into the bar and quickly, well as quickly as he could, headed for a dark corner that was the least occupied and took a seat in a wooden chair. "I will take whatever is on tap that is dark," then after a hot minute he added through gritted teeth, "please."