((Since House is going to be abrupt and bugger off to nurse his hangover, and I've had nothing to do for the last few hours and typed up the date post, shall I post it? :D))
Glancing quickly across at Wilson, House rolled his eyes and shrugged minutely. It was probably a good thing that he'd left out the part where he'd woken up next to a zombie that wanted to eat his brains, who knew how Wilson would have reacted then. "If it's one thing you learn off my mistakes, Jimmy, it's that you should never accept the dare of multiple shots of Wizarding alcohol you don't know the name of," he replied flippantly, giving no clue as to why he'd been at the bar in the first place. Hell, Wilson didn't need to know that he'd been piningemo drinking his problems away.
Ugh, he really needed to shower. And take maybe a dozen aspirin or something to kill his hangover, and then sleep for a very long time. "Aw, you doubt my driving abilities?" He whined mockingly, pulling a sad face. He was getting Wilson on that motorcycle.
Once they were outside in the hallway, House tapped his cane on the floor and frowned a little. "Meet me outside at 6pm tomorrow?" It sounded like a question, but it was really more of a statement. For a moment, House dithered slightly, wondering exactly what the proper goodbye was, and then deciding he didn't care. So he simply began walking off in the opposite direction to the Slytherin common room, tossing a smirk and a "Don't get up too too much trouble while I'm not around," over his shoulder at Wilson.
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Date: 2007-03-08 09:33 am (UTC)Glancing quickly across at Wilson, House rolled his eyes and shrugged minutely. It was probably a good thing that he'd left out the part where he'd woken up next to a zombie that wanted to eat his brains, who knew how Wilson would have reacted then. "If it's one thing you learn off my mistakes, Jimmy, it's that you should never accept the dare of multiple shots of Wizarding alcohol you don't know the name of," he replied flippantly, giving no clue as to why he'd been at the bar in the first place. Hell, Wilson didn't need to know that he'd been
piningemodrinking his problems away.Ugh, he really needed to shower. And take maybe a dozen aspirin or something to kill his hangover, and then sleep for a very long time. "Aw, you doubt my driving abilities?" He whined mockingly, pulling a sad face. He was getting Wilson on that motorcycle.
Once they were outside in the hallway, House tapped his cane on the floor and frowned a little. "Meet me outside at 6pm tomorrow?" It sounded like a question, but it was really more of a statement. For a moment, House dithered slightly, wondering exactly what the proper goodbye was, and then deciding he didn't care. So he simply began walking off in the opposite direction to the Slytherin common room, tossing a smirk and a "Don't get up too too much trouble while I'm not around," over his shoulder at Wilson.