Too bitter. I have plenty of bitter already.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

I hate snow. I wish when it snowed in Jersey that it was conveniently fifty degrees or so. That's about right, I figure. I'm too lazy to actually bring a thermometer, so we'll just guess.

{Everyone's favorite (???) grumpy doctor has dragged a bar stool outside of the bar and into the snow. He wanted to bring some rum or bourbon to get rid of the chill, but now that it's gone and he's technically working? Just some soda. Which is unfortunate for him, because he was looking forward to that.}

Damn, I was looking forward to drinking a little bit. Is this like God's weird form of saying "screw you?" Jerk. But I'd rather avoid the deja vu of the nun and epinephrine. Actually, maybe if I was drunk, Cuddy would believe that I didn't make a mistake. Buzzed medicine is so like buzzed driving. I work better when I'm stoned and-or drunk out of my mind.

That's a joke, by the way. In case you perceptive types can't pick up on the delicate nuances of sarcasm.

{Siiip}

So I--we--have a new pad. And not gonna lie, it's pretty sweet. Problem is, knowing Wilson, it's going to be some pristine shrine to how much of a polite control freak he is. I need to figure out a way to mess that up, and fast. Maybe I'll just figure out a way to move all my stuff in before has the chance.

((ooc: House is now canon-updated to the end of 'Wilson' [S6 Ep10]! So he's slightly less scruffy, among other things.))

Comments

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

If you're going to sit out here, you should drink something warm. Would you like tea or coffee or hot chocolate?

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

It's not that cold. It just looks cold. This is almost mild.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

That's true, but it could get colder. Anyway, warm drinks are far more fitting for this setting.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Fitting? Don't tell me you're a teenaged control freak.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[confused and then shrugs] I don't think so? That's usually Kyouya's job!

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Then what's your deal?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

My deal?

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Most people don't care what's fitti--{but that makes him think of Wilson}

You know. Forget it. If you were moving in somewhere, how would you do it? I mean moving all your crap.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

...I don't know. I would probably organize everything into categories, that way it's easier for the staff to manage.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

So if someone were to swap all the stuff in the categorized boxes, would you feel that you need to put them back in order?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Why would somebody do that?

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Dunno. That's just a terrible thing to do.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Terrible might be harsh, but it does seem unnecessary. I guess if they did that they would be looking for my attention, wouldn't they?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian has a bear and a glass of wine, but if that needs to be said, you have not been listening. The wine glass is getting low, though, which is why he was heading in towards the bar]

Oh, I doubt it. That would be very petty for God, wouldn't it? The snow is like a dream, and now I needn't worry about it getting Aloysius wet. [finishing off the glass and passing it to the hand holding the bear, Sebastian frees up his other hand to offer it to House] How do you do? I'm Sebastian Flyte.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

{Doesn't take it}

God is petty. Did you not hear about the black plague?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[well that's all right, Sebastian will just be taking up his wine glass again]

Was that God? I thought that was science. Everything is now.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Hey, they thought it was God. Technically it was science, but then again, fleas on rats isn't exactly something science can control that well.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

I imagine not. Poor dears. Perhaps they shall in time. Would you excuse me a moment? I'm going to get---a Château Margaux, I think. Would you care for anything?

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Can't drink, since I'm on the job. But if you want to bring me a coffee, it'll spare you half of an insult later.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[apparently not noticing the latter half of that statement] I don't know if they have coffee here. I'll check. Would you hold Aloysius?

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

No wait, I take that back. Seriously, how old are you?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Nineteen. Why?

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Your bear has a name, you carry it around, and you expect me to watch it. That's why.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

I don't see your point. It would be very difficult to carry my wine, your coffee, and Aloysius all at once. It's like trying to hold Aloysius, a glass, a cigarette, and Charles's arm all at once. It simply can't be done.

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

...Really. Nineteen. Teddy bear. Do you really not see anything weird about that?