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IV.
"Oh my god." Wilson's eyes widened. "You kissed her, didn't you?"
Still no reply.
"What the hell were you thinking?"
Silence.
"In case you have forgotten, House, she is married."
"Don't you think I know that?" House snapped. "I told you, she wouldn't shut up. I know what a bastard I am, I don't need to hear it from her."
Wilson's jaw dropped. "Unbelievable."
If looks could kill, the oncologist would surely be dead- at least five times over- because the look House gave him was one that would make the most intimidating of people shrink to the ground. Wilson shut his eyes.
"You do know that you're officially screwed, right?"
House nodded and grabbed a beer. "Yup."
Wilson's brows flew to his hairline. "My god, what did she do to you?"
"You don't want to know" was his vague reply, and Wilson was instantly interested.
"Oh, believe me, I do."
"I hate me."
Wilson frowned at this new change of topic. "Really."
House drained the rest of his beer, along with some Vicodin. "Hell yes."
Wilson handed him another one and propped his feet up on his desk, preparing himself for a long night. "Talk to me."
"You sound like a psychiatrist," House mumbled. "Or even better, Cuddy. 'Go talk to Stacy, go talk to Stacy, go talk to Stacy!'" he mocked in a pathetic imitation of his 'boss.' "God."
Wilson smothered a smile. This was going to be a very fascinating evening.
"Sayyy somethinggg."
"What?"
House glared at him again. "I dunnoooo… somethingggg funnyyyy," he drawled, finishing his second beer and reaching for a third. The alcohol was getting to him already, Wilson thought in amusement. Yes, a very fascinating evening indeed.