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House still wasn't really used to making his own coffee (that's what female fellows or people who get up earlier than you are for). But when he got to the kitchen this morning, the pot was in its last dredges and there was no one around. Sighing, he went about making more himself. And it wasn't even for him, not really.
Because he was pretty sure that there was a sleeping Jack still in bed who was about to wake up with one hell of a hangover. Last night, House had been sound asleep when he'd been woken by... well, let's just say that he didn't remember a whole lot of it, but by the time it was all said and done, Jack had collapsed on top of him, snoring and reeking of alcohol.
Of course, that meant that House, having not showered yet, also reeked of alcohol at the moment (not to mention the impressive bite mark just above his collarbone that he also didn't really remember). Which was unfortunate since he hadn't even drank any. Of course, he wasn't the one who was going to be hungover this morning. He figured bringing Jack coffee, while on the surface seemed to be a selfless good deed, would really just make his life easier in the long run. It was either that or hide until nightfall.
Not caring about breaking what was probably the cardinal rule of making good coffee, after it dripped out the first time, House poured the coffee back in and ran it through the grounds again. He wasn't interested in it tasting good, he was interested in it doing some heavy hitting.
Because he was pretty sure that there was a sleeping Jack still in bed who was about to wake up with one hell of a hangover. Last night, House had been sound asleep when he'd been woken by... well, let's just say that he didn't remember a whole lot of it, but by the time it was all said and done, Jack had collapsed on top of him, snoring and reeking of alcohol.
Of course, that meant that House, having not showered yet, also reeked of alcohol at the moment (not to mention the impressive bite mark just above his collarbone that he also didn't really remember). Which was unfortunate since he hadn't even drank any. Of course, he wasn't the one who was going to be hungover this morning. He figured bringing Jack coffee, while on the surface seemed to be a selfless good deed, would really just make his life easier in the long run. It was either that or hide until nightfall.
Not caring about breaking what was probably the cardinal rule of making good coffee, after it dripped out the first time, House poured the coffee back in and ran it through the grounds again. He wasn't interested in it tasting good, he was interested in it doing some heavy hitting.