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Wilson sipped his glass again and pulled his sleeve up to glance at his watch. He could call House, ask him to join him. The pub was next to empty at this point and he really had no excuses left to keep drinking.
Other than to keep drinking. He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and fished around for his wallet so he could order another round.
Unfortunately, his wallet wasn't there.
"Son of a bitch."
*Note: Takes place in a completely alternate universe in which there are seedy pubs in Princeton, random time gaps that bring people from the 1700s to the 2000s, and stuff like that.
Other than to keep drinking. He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and fished around for his wallet so he could order another round.
Unfortunately, his wallet wasn't there.
"Son of a bitch."
*Note: Takes place in a completely alternate universe in which there are seedy pubs in Princeton, random time gaps that bring people from the 1700s to the 2000s, and stuff like that.