One evening, House and Hugh found themselves seated in front of the other. Both of them shared a bottle of whisky with only the light of the hallway lighting up. Hugh happened to notice the desk calendar that says June 11, 2009.
Hugh: <sighed> Another year finished… another year to face, hopefully…
House turned to look at the calendar as well before giving a quick eyebrow raise.
House: Birthday?
Hugh gave his quick eyebrow raise too.
House: 50?
Hugh: How’d you ---
House: Trust me. It’s just a coincidence…
Hugh chuckled and House smiled before both of them seemed have nothing to say anymore.
House: So, what have you done lately?
Hugh: Nothing much… Interviews here, interview there, fly here, fly there… Usual stuff.
House: Define usual…
Hugh: Things I routinely do…
House: I hate doing stuff being done repeatedly. Except thinking about Cuddy’s boobs and ass, of course. --- I mean, what’s the point of doing things if you already done them?
Hugh: That can’t be in Hughland. I have to do things the way they should be…
House: You enjoy that?
Hugh: I have problems with the word “enjoy”…
House: And you can live with that? You’re doing things that you’re not even sure if it gives you happiness?
Hugh: I’ve got no choice. I should make my meals, pay my bills, I should function.
House: Nice…
Both of them took a sip from their scotches. House gulped all the liquor that’s left at once while it took Hugh quite a few minutes later before he laid his empty glass on the table. The doctor poured another round in his glass and offered the bottle to the actor.
Hugh: No, I had enough…
House: Seriously?
Hugh: I don’t drink…
House: And yet here you are… Almost tipsy with eyes about to shut down…
Hugh: I figured maybe you needed company… But seriously, I don’t drink…
House sighed and just placed back the bottle on the table.
Hugh: What about you, what have you done lately?
House: Does fantasies count?
Hugh chuckled again.
House: I screwed lately. <Met Hugh’s stare> Got confined in a psych hospital, felt alone, tried to get out without being caught by overdosing so here I am, bummed. ---- And soon, losing the one I wanted more than anything might come next…
Hugh: You really have a great constellation of screws up, don’t you?
It was House’s turn to chuckle.
Hugh: Have any plans on going on further with her?
House: <Shook his head> No ----- Two negative don’t make a positive. There’s no point of making great things out of nothing…
Hugh: You call this nothing?
House: It’s basic math. I am screwed, she’s screwed. It’s a lost-lost game.
Hugh: I think, all things are like that anyway…
House: You’re on a game too?
Hugh: That woman you saw that entered my room…
Hugh stopped and can’t construct words that would describe Lisa E, the actress, to House.
Hugh: <sighed> Is the one I wanted to move further things with…
House: Oh… But you do realize there’s a six letter word that if you jumbled it up you’ll come up with, affair, right?
Hugh sighed and sat straight before getting the whisky bottle and pouring some in his glass.
House: Thought you don’t drink?
Hugh: I could use some more…
Both gentlemen smirk and raised their glasses in the air and letting it click on the other.
Hugh: For us, the screwers!
House: Wait, that sounds vaguely dirty, doesn’t it?
Chuckles followed then they slowly brought back down their glasses.
Hugh: Happy Birthday, House…
House: Happy Birthday, Hugh…
Finally, at the same time, they gulped the liquor together again.
Hugh: <sighed> Another year finished… another year to face, hopefully…
House turned to look at the calendar as well before giving a quick eyebrow raise.
House: Birthday?
Hugh gave his quick eyebrow raise too.
House: 50?
Hugh: How’d you ---
House: Trust me. It’s just a coincidence…
Hugh chuckled and House smiled before both of them seemed have nothing to say anymore.
House: So, what have you done lately?
Hugh: Nothing much… Interviews here, interview there, fly here, fly there… Usual stuff.
House: Define usual…
Hugh: Things I routinely do…
House: I hate doing stuff being done repeatedly. Except thinking about Cuddy’s boobs and ass, of course. --- I mean, what’s the point of doing things if you already done them?
Hugh: That can’t be in Hughland. I have to do things the way they should be…
House: You enjoy that?
Hugh: I have problems with the word “enjoy”…
House: And you can live with that? You’re doing things that you’re not even sure if it gives you happiness?
Hugh: I’ve got no choice. I should make my meals, pay my bills, I should function.
House: Nice…
Both of them took a sip from their scotches. House gulped all the liquor that’s left at once while it took Hugh quite a few minutes later before he laid his empty glass on the table. The doctor poured another round in his glass and offered the bottle to the actor.
Hugh: No, I had enough…
House: Seriously?
Hugh: I don’t drink…
House: And yet here you are… Almost tipsy with eyes about to shut down…
Hugh: I figured maybe you needed company… But seriously, I don’t drink…
House sighed and just placed back the bottle on the table.
Hugh: What about you, what have you done lately?
House: Does fantasies count?
Hugh chuckled again.
House: I screwed lately. <Met Hugh’s stare> Got confined in a psych hospital, felt alone, tried to get out without being caught by overdosing so here I am, bummed. ---- And soon, losing the one I wanted more than anything might come next…
Hugh: You really have a great constellation of screws up, don’t you?
It was House’s turn to chuckle.
Hugh: Have any plans on going on further with her?
House: <Shook his head> No ----- Two negative don’t make a positive. There’s no point of making great things out of nothing…
Hugh: You call this nothing?
House: It’s basic math. I am screwed, she’s screwed. It’s a lost-lost game.
Hugh: I think, all things are like that anyway…
House: You’re on a game too?
Hugh: That woman you saw that entered my room…
Hugh stopped and can’t construct words that would describe Lisa E, the actress, to House.
Hugh: <sighed> Is the one I wanted to move further things with…
House: Oh… But you do realize there’s a six letter word that if you jumbled it up you’ll come up with, affair, right?
Hugh sighed and sat straight before getting the whisky bottle and pouring some in his glass.
House: Thought you don’t drink?
Hugh: I could use some more…
Both gentlemen smirk and raised their glasses in the air and letting it click on the other.
Hugh: For us, the screwers!
House: Wait, that sounds vaguely dirty, doesn’t it?
Chuckles followed then they slowly brought back down their glasses.
Hugh: Happy Birthday, House…
House: Happy Birthday, Hugh…
Finally, at the same time, they gulped the liquor together again.
