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

[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?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

['I knew Sebastian by sight long before I met him. That was unavoidable for, from his first week, he was the most conspicuous man of his year by reason of his beauty, which was arresting, and his eccentricities of behaviour, which seemed to know no bounds.']

Not particularly. Oh! I should have thought to ask, how do you like your coffee? My scout always over-steeps my tea and it is the worst thing in the world to wake up to. You don't look like you need any more of that.

[Did he just obliquely call House 'grumpy-looking'? Yes.]

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

Black.

{A pause} Like my heart.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian's smile is amused]

You might want to get that checked.

[he slips into the bar and returns with a cup of coffee in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, and his teddy tucked under his arm]

Here you are! Black, like your poor heart.

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

My wonderful heart, you mean.

{And without blinking, he drinks some}

It's not cold, but I guess it's still better than pop. Back to the bear, though. Is that the result of some lasting childhood trauma, or what?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, you sound like Charles's Mr Collins. [Sebastian takes the bear into his hand so he can drink his wine]

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

Is that his grumpy cripple doctor?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

He's an art critic associate who has, I am told, been reading Freud. Poor Collins. He is going to go bald at such a young age. I never did remember to give Charles that fish backbone. I think mummy or Bridey or someone tossed it out.

[this is punctuated by a sip of his wine]

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

Hey, I'm way meaner than an art critic who wants to do his mom.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[a laugh] Oh, he doesn't want to sleep with his mother. He thinks I do. But Anglicans always think that Catholics have an assortment of complexes and inhibitions.

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

Now you're talkin'. Well, if you just skipped Anglicans versus Catholics and just went to saying "every religion ever" versus "every religion ever," anyways.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know. England is mostly filled with Protestants. And agnostics and atheists, of course, particularly at Oxford. Thank God none of my friends believe in anything.

[this is delivered without the slightest bit of irony, but it does compel Sebastian to drink more of his wine]

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

You know, there's some amazing irony in what you just said.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Is there? It's what I feel.