Title: Nobody Drinks
Alone
Author: Dr Lonely
Rating: Gen
Warnings:
Drinking
Fandom: House
Spoilers: None really
Characters:
House
Disclaimer: Genius to David Shore for creating such an
addictive show, and of course Hugh Laurie
Notes: Inspired by a Keith Urban song. Beta'd by my daughter who got me writing again.
He never drinks alone.
House settled himself into his favorite chair, his legs up on the ottoman, a full glass of bourbon and a bottle by his side. The lights were dim. Soft jazz music played on the stereo.
He took a sip of the drink, savoring the burn as it went down. Its warmth reaching to his stomach. He'd waited all day for his date with the bottle. Too many memories were assaulting his senses. The need to dull them was strong. Remembrances of days when his body was whole. Times when he could run, play Lacrosse or golf, or make love without pain.
Now he was a slave to his body, to his limitations. He lived with constant pain, both physically and emotionally. Some days it was all he could do to force himself out of bed. It would be so much easier to just empty the bottle of Vicodin and pull the covers over his head waiting for the peace he craved.
For tonight he would drown his sorrows in the bottle. Maybe by morning all the ghosts and demons haunting him would once again retreat to the place where they hid.
Doubtful, but maybe.
He never drinks alone.
NOBODY DRINKS ALONE
Matraca Berg And Jim Collins
You brought that bottle home in a paper sack
Drew the blinds and locked the doors
And there's nothing but empty there inside that glass
So you pour a little more.
And there's no one there to judge you
At least that's what you tell yourself.
But don't you know
Nobody drinks alone
Every demon, every ghost
From your past
And every memory you've held back
Follows you home
Nobody drinks alone