One evening, House and Hugh found themselves seated in front of the other. Both of them shared a bottle of whisky with only the light of the hallway lighting up. Hugh happened to notice the bureau calendar that says June 11, 2009.
Hugh: <sighed> Another jaar finished… another jaar to face, hopefully…
House turned to look at the calendar as well before giving a quick eyebrow raise.
House: Birthday?
Hugh gave his quick eyebrow raise too.
House: 50?
Hugh: How’d u ---
House: Trust me. It’s just a coincidence…
Hugh chuckled and House smiled before both of them seemed have nothing to say anymore.
House: So, what have u done lately?
Hugh: Nothing much… Interviews here, interview there, fly here, fly there… Usual stuff.
House: Define usual…
Hugh: Things I routinely do…
House: I hate doing stuff being done repeatedly. Except thinking about Cuddy’s boobs and ass, of course. --- I mean, what’s the point of doing things if u already done them?
Hugh: That can’t be in Hughland. I have to do things the way they should be…
House: u enjoy that?
Hugh: I have problems with the word “enjoy”…
House: And u can live with that? You’re doing things that you’re not even sure if it gives u happiness?
Hugh: I’ve got no choice. I should make my meals, pay my bills, I should function.
House: Nice…
Both of them took a sip from their scotches. House gulped all the liquor that’s left at once while it took Hugh quite a few minuten later before he laid his empty glass on the table. The doctor poured another round in his glass and offered the bottle to the actor.
Hugh: No, I had enough…
House: Seriously?
Hugh: I don’t drink…
House: And yet here u are… Almost tipsy with eyes about to shut down…
Hugh: I figured maybe u needed company… But seriously, I don’t drink…
House sighed and just placed back the bottle on the table.
Hugh: What about you, what have u done lately?
House: Does fantasies count?
Hugh chuckled again.
House: I screwed lately. <Met Hugh’s stare> Got confined in a psych hospital, felt alone, tried to get out without being caught door overdosing so here I am, bummed. ---- And soon, losing the one I wanted meer than anything might come next…
Hugh: u really have a great constellation of screws up, don’t you?
It was House’s turn to chuckle.
Hugh: Have any plans on going on further with her?
House: <Shook his head> No ----- Two negative don’t make a positive. There’s no point of making great things out of nothing…
Hugh: u call this nothing?
House: It’s basic math. I am screwed, she’s screwed. It’s a lost-lost game.
Hugh: I think, all things are like that anyway…
House: You’re on a game too?
Hugh: That woman u saw that entered my room…
Hugh stopped and can’t construct words that would describe Lisa E, the actress, to House.
Hugh: <sighed> Is the one I wanted to verplaats further things with…
House: Oh… But u do realize there’s a six letter word that if u jumbled it up you’ll come up with, affair, right?
Hugh sighed and sat straight before getting the whisky bottle and pouring some in his glass.
House: Thought u don’t drink?
Hugh: I could use some more…
Both gentlemen smirk and raised their glasses in the air and letting it click on the other.
Hugh: For us, the screwers!
House: Wait, that sounds vaguely dirty, doesn’t it?
Chuckles followed then they slowly brought back down their glasses.
Hugh: Happy Birthday, House…
House: Happy Birthday, Hugh…
Finally, at the same time, they gulped the liquor together again.
Hugh: <sighed> Another jaar finished… another jaar to face, hopefully…
House turned to look at the calendar as well before giving a quick eyebrow raise.
House: Birthday?
Hugh gave his quick eyebrow raise too.
House: 50?
Hugh: How’d u ---
House: Trust me. It’s just a coincidence…
Hugh chuckled and House smiled before both of them seemed have nothing to say anymore.
House: So, what have u done lately?
Hugh: Nothing much… Interviews here, interview there, fly here, fly there… Usual stuff.
House: Define usual…
Hugh: Things I routinely do…
House: I hate doing stuff being done repeatedly. Except thinking about Cuddy’s boobs and ass, of course. --- I mean, what’s the point of doing things if u already done them?
Hugh: That can’t be in Hughland. I have to do things the way they should be…
House: u enjoy that?
Hugh: I have problems with the word “enjoy”…
House: And u can live with that? You’re doing things that you’re not even sure if it gives u happiness?
Hugh: I’ve got no choice. I should make my meals, pay my bills, I should function.
House: Nice…
Both of them took a sip from their scotches. House gulped all the liquor that’s left at once while it took Hugh quite a few minuten later before he laid his empty glass on the table. The doctor poured another round in his glass and offered the bottle to the actor.
Hugh: No, I had enough…
House: Seriously?
Hugh: I don’t drink…
House: And yet here u are… Almost tipsy with eyes about to shut down…
Hugh: I figured maybe u needed company… But seriously, I don’t drink…
House sighed and just placed back the bottle on the table.
Hugh: What about you, what have u done lately?
House: Does fantasies count?
Hugh chuckled again.
House: I screwed lately. <Met Hugh’s stare> Got confined in a psych hospital, felt alone, tried to get out without being caught door overdosing so here I am, bummed. ---- And soon, losing the one I wanted meer than anything might come next…
Hugh: u really have a great constellation of screws up, don’t you?
It was House’s turn to chuckle.
Hugh: Have any plans on going on further with her?
House: <Shook his head> No ----- Two negative don’t make a positive. There’s no point of making great things out of nothing…
Hugh: u call this nothing?
House: It’s basic math. I am screwed, she’s screwed. It’s a lost-lost game.
Hugh: I think, all things are like that anyway…
House: You’re on a game too?
Hugh: That woman u saw that entered my room…
Hugh stopped and can’t construct words that would describe Lisa E, the actress, to House.
Hugh: <sighed> Is the one I wanted to verplaats further things with…
House: Oh… But u do realize there’s a six letter word that if u jumbled it up you’ll come up with, affair, right?
Hugh sighed and sat straight before getting the whisky bottle and pouring some in his glass.
House: Thought u don’t drink?
Hugh: I could use some more…
Both gentlemen smirk and raised their glasses in the air and letting it click on the other.
Hugh: For us, the screwers!
House: Wait, that sounds vaguely dirty, doesn’t it?
Chuckles followed then they slowly brought back down their glasses.
Hugh: Happy Birthday, House…
House: Happy Birthday, Hugh…
Finally, at the same time, they gulped the liquor together again.