Fic: The Best Laid Plans
Title: The Best Laid Plans
Words: 200
Summary: Why was House drinking that night? Set around House's Head.
House didn’t really need a reason to drink, but tonight he had one. He sat at the bar with purpose. He’d made sure to find a spot where his bike could remain till the next day. He would not be driving himself home tonight.
There’s a satisfying burn in his throat as the scotch goes down. He’s starting to feel too drunk to care just how pathetic his plan is, how pathetic he is. He’s starting to feel drunk enough that it feels like a good plan. Get drunk, have Jimmy take me home, woo him away from Cut Throat Bitch. Yes, a good plan indeed.
The bartender asks for his keys with the next drink. He feels obligated to put up the requisite fight, but hell, this was part of the plan.
He orders more liquid courage. He’s getting too drunk. He’s losing sight of his focus. He decides it’s time to go. He forgets he has no keys, but remembers who he needs to call for a ride.
She answers and his stomach turns. He wants Wilson. He tells her to find Wilson before hanging up. Yes, this was one of the best plans he’d ever had.