[ooc: Locked to
geoff_chaucer and
gotcanewillpoke.]
He'd
gotten drunk, very drunk, and had to give in and take a taxi home. It was well into the early hours of the morning when he finally did, and although he did his best to be quiet, inebriated people very rarely realize how much noise they're really making. He had it in mind just to crash on the couch, and deal with
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House sat up, rubbing his hand over his face. "Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded, voice raw with sleep.
[OOC: Am kidnapped today, and spending the night at my friend's house. Will be online, but I'm not sure when or how late]
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Also, he wasn't sober, and neither was he in good spirits.
So the reply House received was simply, "Out. Why aren't you in bed?"
[ooc: No worries, and have fun! I'll see you whenever you're about. :)]
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He wasn't quite awake enough to realise how demanding he was sounding. He wasn't even sure what he was thinking. His thoughts weren't linear or fully cognitive. All he knew was that he was aggrevated and feeling threatened and terretorial.
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He rubbed at his hair, taking a breath to try and calm down, reminding himself that House hadn't done anything wrong. "I had a bad day. I went out for a drink," he said, a little sullenly.
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