So here's a little fic that's the time when House saw Wilson fall down a flight of stairs. I thought it would always be fun. And so are stories where people fall down stairs. So review...you know what to do :)
Disclaimer: I don't own House or Wilson :(
"Hey! Order me and my round another friend!" Wilson said, pounding his fist on the table, and realizing his error, he quickly said, "I mean…order me and my friend another round!"
The bartender shook his head as he fixed the drinks. Wilson turned to House, smiling.
"Wilson," House said, "you are really drunk."
"No…you're drunk!" Wilson said, punching House lightly on the shoulder. Well, he meant to hit House on the shoulder, but due to his drunken stupor, Wilson totally missed and punched the air instead. He didn't really care though; he was content with sipping his beer.
Why was the oncologist wasted on this Thursday night? Well, in simplest terms, he had just signed the legal papers that confirmed his second divorce. Even though Wilson's cheating had been the reason why the divorce occurred, he was still distraught, even more than he thought he would have been.
So know he was sitting in a bar with House and his miserable self.
"Life is great!" Wilson shouted, sarcasm dripping off every word. "I've been divorced twice."
"I've been married five times. Come back when you can beat that," the bartender commented.
House scoffed. "Jimmy, you're almost half way there. Just go out and look for that extra needy looking person."
"You know? You're annoying," Wilson said, leaning towards House. House mocked sobs, turning his face away and wiping at his eyes.
"See? That's what I'm talking about!" Wilson threw some bills on the counter and began walking away, House sighing and limping behind.
"Oh…look at me. I'm the smart ass Dr. House!" Wilson yelled, prancing in front of House, copying his unique style walking, one short step with the right leg, one slow dragging one with the left. "I'm a miserable bastard that likes to make my friend feel even shittier."
"Oh, Wilson, you know that's not true."
"I'm a loser, a big fat loser. My name's House and – AH!"
House stood at the top of the flight of stairs, leaning on his cane with a smug smile on his face and watched as Wilson tripped over his own feet and then toppled down the flight of stairs, landing at the bottom near the doorway that leads outside. From below, House could faintly hear Wilson moaning in pain and could see him struggling to get up off the floor.
"Hey Wilson…does your life still suck?" House asked.
"Shut up House."
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