"...whip out my balls and bust down the walls 'cause I'm Barnacle Bill the sailor!"
"House, you've got a great singing voice but what the hell was in that bottle, you're fucking blitzed!"
"Hey, there's Wilson! Slow the car down!"
Wilson looked rather startled to see an old school VW bug pull up alongside him and coast and it occurred to me he might not have known that was my car. House opened the window. "Hey, little boy, ya want some candy? Wilson, it's three in the damn morning, what the hell are you doing wandering around? I'm supposed to be the brooding irresponsible guy here!"
"House!! I, uhhm, I don't know, I just felt...restless, I guess."
"Get in here." House eyed me. "It'll be easier if you let him in on your side, sugar tits, drunk crippled guy here."
I stopped the car and gave him the stink eye. "House, that nickname is tacky even for you, if you weren't so amazing in bed, I'd...." I grabbed a ball point pen, clenched it in my teeth like a cigarette holder, opened the car door and looked up at Wilson and muttered, "We can't stop here. This is bat country."
I heard House laugh throatily but Wilson just looked blank. "What?"
I got out of the car seat and Wilson got in back as House snickered, "Fear and loathing in Princeton Plainsboro."
I smiled at him. "Where're we headed, boys?"
Wilson, for reasons I couldn't guess at, looked shy. "Do you guys want to come back to my place? I'm the only one of the three of us who's got a fireplace and I could fix us some hot drinks, it's pretty chilly out here."
"Three way?" House was suddenly trying very hard to look cute.
I giggled, "Uh oh, it's the giant blue doggie eyes! I surrender! It's your call, Wilson!"
Very long pause.
"Yeah, all right."