The proverbial arse-pain (RP with House gotvicodin) @ Chase/Cam Apartment
When the doorbell rang, all Chase could do was groan and try to ignore it. He rolled over on the sofa, which was as far as he got when he arrived home from work. He wasn't sure if he was coming down with the flu or what, but fuck, he hated being sick.
When the ring turned into loud, obnoxious, monotonous knocking, Chase knew immediately who it was. He should've known House wouldn't be satisfied to let their conversation drop where he'd walked away from it. Truth of the matter was, if he hadn't walked away when he did, he would've committed the cardinal sin of throwing up in front of his ex-boss. He would never have lived it down.
He then considered shouting at House to fuck off. But tell House to fuck off just never worked and effectively usually made him hang around much longer and more irritating than he normally would. He could play dead, but for all he knew, House would throw a party in celebration and Chase would be whacked with the expense acount.
With a heavy sigh, he dragged himself up off the sofa and to the door. He peered through the peep hole and found House looked back through it him. "Fuck," he cursed to himself and unlatched the security chain to open the door. "Do you mind? I'm in the process of dying painfully and I don't want a hug."
When the ring turned into loud, obnoxious, monotonous knocking, Chase knew immediately who it was. He should've known House wouldn't be satisfied to let their conversation drop where he'd walked away from it. Truth of the matter was, if he hadn't walked away when he did, he would've committed the cardinal sin of throwing up in front of his ex-boss. He would never have lived it down.
He then considered shouting at House to fuck off. But tell House to fuck off just never worked and effectively usually made him hang around much longer and more irritating than he normally would. He could play dead, but for all he knew, House would throw a party in celebration and Chase would be whacked with the expense acount.
With a heavy sigh, he dragged himself up off the sofa and to the door. He peered through the peep hole and found House looked back through it him. "Fuck," he cursed to himself and unlatched the security chain to open the door. "Do you mind? I'm in the process of dying painfully and I don't want a hug."