House had no idea how he had convinced him to come along. All he knew that the buddy oncologist was whining under his breath sat opposite him in the smoke filled bar. He had his sleeved rolled up and his tied loosened. At least it was a start for this obviously anal doctor. Four beers and there was a lot to know about Jimmy Wilson. He had joined medicine purely through his parents' insistence but cancer had been his field. He had been married now for only two months and he was already regretting it. House wasn't she of the bitches name, Wilson only referred to her as "the wife". House could tell you everything about Wilson except why he was so fascinated with him.
See House likes puzzles, always had done ever since he was a little kid. He preferred the most complicated little blighters that took days to solve. He liked to understand everything and hated anomalies. And he was the anomaly. He didn't like anyone. He didn't care. He wasn't supposed to because it got in the away of trying to solve the problem. If he didn't care then he could look at it objectively. He could make rationally decisions that weren't effected by emotions. It was how he treated his patients. If they weren't humans then he couldn't care; he wouldn't care about them.
Wilson, he felt something towards he just didn't know what yet.
Wilson throws a small bit of peanut at a big, burly guy sat at the bar. The guy turns around and sees Wilson giggling like a little school girl. He looks angry but doesn't want to risk anything. It was only one peanut. Wilson is as pissed as anything. The boy couldn't hold his drink. But then House was feeling slightly light-headed as well. Beer was good. It helped clean the mind. Get rid of pain. Pain he didn't have yet. He downed another drink. He might as well.
Wilson was still lobbing anything small he could get his hands on at the guy who was becoming more and more pissed. The only thing that was probably restricting him from beating Wilson up was his probation office. His fist clenched on the table. Getting in the spirit House grabbed the ass of a passing blonde girl. She had a tight skirt and a low cut top she was asking for it.
"What do you think you are doing?" she squealed but wasn't in an unhappy way.
"Get your pissing hands off my girlfriend!" the bloke at the bar yelled. He stood up and pulled his girlfriend away from House.
"As if he would be interested in that!" Wilson said, standing up as well.
"He made a pass at her!" he said, angrily.
"Who said that you own me?" his girlfriend cried indignantly.
"Shut up you bitch!" he said. "Why wouldn't he be interested in her?"
"Because I'm interested in him," House said, and kissed Wilson.
That was it really. The angry man looked even angrier and started making some rude comments ago queers being allowed to hang out in "straight" bars. It wasn't if they were listening. House lead Wilson out of the bar and to the car.
They got a cab home, as it was clear that neither of them were capable of driving. They gave the cabbie one hell of a show though as they sat in the back, drunkenly kissing each other.
This happen behind the closed door of House's flat.