Cuddy and her дата Jason, had pulled up outside her home, they sat in silence for a moment; which felt like a lifetime, before Jason cleared his throat.
Jason: So, are Ты going to invite me in, или should I wait another five минуты before Ты ask me?
Cuddy scoffed at his forwardness, and felt it was similar to House’s persona.
Cuddy: It’s late, I’ve got work in the morning; I’m sorry.
Jason nodded and smiled, obviously knowing he had put his foot in it.
Jason: I guess this means goodnight then.
Cuddy smiled sweetly at him, before she left his car; regretfully walking away and to her front door. Looking back when he drove away, she seemed to realise that she had failed yet again at dating. When she closed the front door behind her, she kicked off her heels and let out a sigh. Making her way to the living room, she jumped out of her skin when she saw House sitting on her sofa.
Cuddy: How the hell did Ты get in?!
Cuddy was still a little scared, and she was shouting with a look of severe anger on her face.
House: Wilson told me about your date, though unless it was with the invisible man, it looks like he wasn’t invited back to your lair.
Cuddy folded her arms, and stood in a defensive stance at the archway of her living room.
Cuddy: What are Ты doing here, in my home, at eleven thirty?
House: Can I get a drink first? Maybe a glass of whisky, или a beer.
Cuddy: Sorry, I’m not a brewery. Maybe you’ve got some at your house, where I think Ты should be right now.
House stood up, and stood above Cuddy; her body and face still tensed up and rigid. House sniffed her slightly.
House: How much wine have Ты had?
Cuddy: None of your business.
House: You’re drunk aren’t you?
Cuddy: House, I want Ты to leave.
House: If only I had my video camera; this would be great to hold over Ты in future.
Cuddy felt her forehead, as she began to wobbled slightly from side to side.
Cuddy: House.
House: That’s what happened when your сердце begins to race, Ты feel faint, add alcohol into the mix, you’re going to hit the floor.
Cuddy: You’re not helping.
Cuddy’s breathing began to get shallower, House’s face went from amusement to concern, as Cuddy fell вперед slightly; House caught her and moved her to the sofa.
House: Great.
*
An час had passed, and House was sitting on Cuddy’s sofa; with Cuddy lying down across him, using his bad leg as a pillow.
House: What was I supposed to do? Leave my boss passed out in her own vomit and then feel the wrath of her for the rest of the month?
House was on his cell phone to Wilson, who was at home; rudely awakened by House and his need to vent.
Wilson: Ты know Ты can leave. Ты just don’t want to.
House: Yes, this is my subconscious’s way of communicating with me. The story doesn’t really change with Ты does it?
Wilson: Just be a gentleman, and stay with her until she regains consciousness.
House shut off his phone, and stared down at Cuddy’s curls gently lying on his leg. Her warm skin was like a blanket, with her soft and gentle breathing making him feel weak.
When he tried to Переместить to a еще comfortable sitting position, Cuddy let out a breathy moan before she went back to the soft breathing. House moved her head slightly, so he could Переместить to the кресло opposite him. When he finally stood up, he saw a blanket hanging on the back of the sofa, and so he covered Cuddy up with it.
Sitting down in the armchair, he relaxed into it’s comfy padding, and put his leg up on the coffee table. He couldn’t sleep, so he took some of his Vicodin before silently watching her sleep.
Jason: So, are Ты going to invite me in, или should I wait another five минуты before Ты ask me?
Cuddy scoffed at his forwardness, and felt it was similar to House’s persona.
Cuddy: It’s late, I’ve got work in the morning; I’m sorry.
Jason nodded and smiled, obviously knowing he had put his foot in it.
Jason: I guess this means goodnight then.
Cuddy smiled sweetly at him, before she left his car; regretfully walking away and to her front door. Looking back when he drove away, she seemed to realise that she had failed yet again at dating. When she closed the front door behind her, she kicked off her heels and let out a sigh. Making her way to the living room, she jumped out of her skin when she saw House sitting on her sofa.
Cuddy: How the hell did Ты get in?!
Cuddy was still a little scared, and she was shouting with a look of severe anger on her face.
House: Wilson told me about your date, though unless it was with the invisible man, it looks like he wasn’t invited back to your lair.
Cuddy folded her arms, and stood in a defensive stance at the archway of her living room.
Cuddy: What are Ты doing here, in my home, at eleven thirty?
House: Can I get a drink first? Maybe a glass of whisky, или a beer.
Cuddy: Sorry, I’m not a brewery. Maybe you’ve got some at your house, where I think Ты should be right now.
House stood up, and stood above Cuddy; her body and face still tensed up and rigid. House sniffed her slightly.
House: How much wine have Ты had?
Cuddy: None of your business.
House: You’re drunk aren’t you?
Cuddy: House, I want Ты to leave.
House: If only I had my video camera; this would be great to hold over Ты in future.
Cuddy felt her forehead, as she began to wobbled slightly from side to side.
Cuddy: House.
House: That’s what happened when your сердце begins to race, Ты feel faint, add alcohol into the mix, you’re going to hit the floor.
Cuddy: You’re not helping.
Cuddy’s breathing began to get shallower, House’s face went from amusement to concern, as Cuddy fell вперед slightly; House caught her and moved her to the sofa.
House: Great.
*
An час had passed, and House was sitting on Cuddy’s sofa; with Cuddy lying down across him, using his bad leg as a pillow.
House: What was I supposed to do? Leave my boss passed out in her own vomit and then feel the wrath of her for the rest of the month?
House was on his cell phone to Wilson, who was at home; rudely awakened by House and his need to vent.
Wilson: Ты know Ты can leave. Ты just don’t want to.
House: Yes, this is my subconscious’s way of communicating with me. The story doesn’t really change with Ты does it?
Wilson: Just be a gentleman, and stay with her until she regains consciousness.
House shut off his phone, and stared down at Cuddy’s curls gently lying on his leg. Her warm skin was like a blanket, with her soft and gentle breathing making him feel weak.
When he tried to Переместить to a еще comfortable sitting position, Cuddy let out a breathy moan before she went back to the soft breathing. House moved her head slightly, so he could Переместить to the кресло opposite him. When he finally stood up, he saw a blanket hanging on the back of the sofa, and so he covered Cuddy up with it.
Sitting down in the armchair, he relaxed into it’s comfy padding, and put his leg up on the coffee table. He couldn’t sleep, so he took some of his Vicodin before silently watching her sleep.