House zipped up his thick leather jacket against the harsh winds that whipped his hair all around. Wilson made it a point to tighten his grip around Houses waist in a warning manner.
"How exactly did you talk me into this?" Wilson shouted loudly against the roar of the motorcycle.
House smirked and revved the engine louder, reveling in the way the arms around him squeezed in fear. And how the legs squeezed in…. fear right? That was probably all it was, but something else would have been much more interesting. "I promised you some candy. Apparently your parents didn't teach you about the scary old men on the streets."
Wilson rolled his eyes but didn't say anything, just buried his head into the crook of Houses neck. This wasn't a problem for House… until Wilson exhaled. A shot of electricity shot thorough House's body and landed in his groin. He stifled a groan and reached down to turn on the motorcycles stereo system. Wilson had teased him relentlessly when House had made this investment. He said that there was no way that anyone could hear music over the "roar of that death-traps muffler". Boy was he proven wrong.
As soon as the music started, Wilson's body shook even more in surprise and his head shot up instantly. Just like House had planned.
"Are you TRYING to give me a heart attack you unbelievable ass!?" Wilson seemed genuinely angry for a second, but then he relaxed onto Houses back. "Turn that down!!"
"What!?" Serves you right for making fun of my bike! House chuckled and turned down the song just in time for Wilson to shout his question again, loudly compared to the relative quiet. As 'Animals' by Nickleback faded into the roar of the bike, House turned onto an older dirt road.
"Where in the HELL are you taking me? People know that I'm with you!" Wilson said in a mock frightened tone.
"Yeah but they'd never think I'd kill my secret lover!"
"Oh ha-ha. I'm rolling with laughter."
"I'd sure hope not. If you start rocking my baby I'll push you off before I'd crash!"
"Sadly I know that you're not joking. Now WHERE are we going." Wilson tried to take in his surroundings, but it was dark out and they were going way too fast. He glanced down at the speedometer only to see they were well over eighty miles per hour. "HOUSE YOU MORON SLOW DOWN YOU'LL KILL US OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO DIE ON THIS DAMN DEATH TRAP!!"
"Calm down and stop shouting in my ear or I will kill you!" The bike started to slow down and then finally stopped outside of what looked like an old run down barn. The only distinguishable things about it were the tons of white Christmas lights coming from inside its tall windows.
Wilson fell to the ground. "Oh sweet solid earth!!"
"Oh quite being a baby. And get up, your embarrassing me in front of the other cow-pokes."
Totally baffled, Wilson stood up and looked around. Sure enough, there was about eight or nine cars all around them in the parking lot.
"House…. Where in the HELL are we?"
"You wouldn't believe if you didn't see it for yourself. Come on."
Limping, House lead Wilson into the rundown barn. Inside it was-
"No…. House…. this isn't what I think it is…. Is it?"
"Are you thinking 'Gay Honky-Tonk bar'? Because yeah, that pretty much sums it up."