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?

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

Or just to annoy you. Whatever. Point is, would you feel compelled to fix them before you moved?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[seriously thinks about this and then finally nods]

If I noticed before I left then yes, I think I would try to fix them.

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

Awesome. That's all I need to know.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[confused] Oh.

[and then shrugs it off, offering a large smile] Then I'm happy I could be of assistance.

[without a word, Tamaki goes into the bar, dragging out two stools. He puts one stool next to House's and the other sits a little bit in front of House's stool. Tamaki drops and then a minute later returns with two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows in them.]

I brought you some in case you change your mind!

[he places one mug on the stool in front of house, and then takes a seat in the stool beside House. Tamaki takes a sip of his own hot chocolate once he is sitting, quite content.]

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

{okay this kid has
a) brain damage
b) is really weird
c) both}

...So now I return to the question. What is your deal? Most people don't continue with the idea of hot chocolate for Dr. Cripple. It means I'm not doing a good enough job offending you.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

You don't like hot chocolate?

[and then as if he remembered something of great importance]

I almost forgot, I had something important I wanted to ask you! What happened to that woman on the show you were watching? The one that fell into a coma?

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

She died. She'll be back in two episodes by some soap opera twist, since the actress wasn't being a slut in real life.

{:|} Who cares?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

What a tragic story!

But how will she come back if she's dead? Will she be a ghost?

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

Either she'll be a different character and everyone will reference her shocking resemblance to Miss Doe or whatever her name was, or it'll be "all a dream" and no one cares that it doesn't make any sense.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Does that kind of thing happen very often on those shows?

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

All the time. You're obviously not educated in the subtle ways of the American medical drama.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

I guess not, but that's okay because now I can learn something new! What other kind of conventions can be found in these dramas?