012 - Drinking and taking it out on the barge.

[the_house_rules]

[House has propped his journal up on his chest, and it looks like his head is resting on the arm of his sofa. It's not immediately clear that he has been drinking, but oh it will be. This is a PUBLIC VIDEO, by the way.]

Hey everybody. So, hey. I lost my handcuffs this week. If you've seen them... let me know or something. Because I need them. [Cue a

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[thegooddrjones]

How does one measure "a shit ton?"

And you can't have the handcuffs back, they're mine now.

[the_house_rules]

Dude. Bro. They're mine. Don't make me pudding wrestle you for them.

Actually, do. Please do.

Would it be vanilla pudding... or chocolate? [It's clear, by the way he said chocolate, that chocolate is kinky somehow. CLEARLY. Fuck the shit ton, he's all about the handcuffs.]

[thegooddrjones]

I don't know, House, I got into a fight with a Timelord and put him out cold. I don't think you could handle this. Besides, it clearly always needs to be chocolate pudding. Vanilla is boring.

[the_house_rules]

[Grin. Big, slow grin, and House is clearly peacing out to happier thoughts as she announces vanilla is boring. Clearly, this is not a pudding conversation anymore. Not even remotely.]

It could be double chocolate... [His voice is slow, suggestive, and inebriated.]

...or double reverse broken mint chip upside down pudding... [Way to go, House. Sex position pudding.]

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha is clearly torn between being a bit amused, and a bit concerned.]

I think you're having a bit of an unhealthy obsession with food, House, love.

...And they don't even make mint chip pudding.

How much have you had to drink?

[the_house_rules]

Just enough. And I make mint chip pudding. It's a panty peeler, I tell you.

[A beat.]

Want some?

[thegooddrjones]

Booze or pudding?

[the_house_rules]

Hey. Both.

Or either.

But both.

[thegooddrjones]

Somehow I think you've had too much to drink to make any attempt at cooking.

But maybe I'll stop by for one drink.

[the_house_rules]

Hey now. I'm not that drunk. And I'm not that flammable... pudding is easy anyway.

[House sounds a little insulted.]

I'm on the second floor, I think.

Spam.

[thegooddrjones]

Martha actually spent the majority of her time on the second level, and she had actually been to House's room before in order to meet him for drinks. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea considering how drunk he was already, how tired she was, and the fact that her friend had nearly been killed because of her decision to undo the Master. It was a lot to think about, and it made her sigh.

That said, she could do one drink and she could use the company. Martha had seriously considered seeing if Severus wanted to have a drink but decided that would be far too much like flirting. House was just... being House really. And teasing and not meaning anything. She needed to be light and teasing right now.

So dressed fairly casually, Martha knocked on House's door.

Spam. Loggy style. Like I spammed your mom last night.

[the_house_rules]

House was way too drunk to stand, and yet the door was locked to keep errant roaming Snapes out, and so he had to stand and let her in. He made his way there with some effort and not a little giggling, and opened the door and peered out at her.

"Hi," he said, and smirked, and then laughed, and then shook his head and swayed back, holding the door, to let her in. "Slide on in."

Spam. Oh snap.

[thegooddrjones]

While she waited, Martha shifted a bit, her arms wrapping around herself. She knew that she didn't look as like herself as she should have, but her brows arched at the... why yes that was giggling coming from the other side of the door. When he peered at her, Martha watched him for a moment. Yeah, he definitely looked really rather drunk.

Far too drunk. She did, in fact, slide in, but she hovered by his side, ready to offer him a hand. "Come on, House, let's get ya onto the couch, yeah?"

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[the_house_rules]

"Grab a glass and follow me," he was capable of swaying his way to the sofa like any other alcoholic bastard. He paused and pointed at the door.

"Lock that so Snapes don't get in. They're fucking everywhere." Yes, his words so slurred on that last sentence.

By the way, his glasses look very suspiciously like the glasses in the dining hall. He also has some plates. A few forks. A spoon or twelve. And four mugs.

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[thegooddrjones]

Martha did in fact look a little concerned when he swayed his way over to the couch, but at the mention of Snapes, as in the multiple form of him, Martha looked a little concerned. And a bit more amused. "Did ya clone him when I wasn't looking?" There was laughter in her tone, and having remembered that she needed to bring a glass over last time, she knew that the glasses had been stolen.

"You know Paddy's going to come chasing ya over these eventually." She dropped onto the couch holding a glass. "So, what are we drinking?"

Jism.

[the_house_rules]

"Paddy can kiss my white... ass." Somewhere along the way, he lost an adjective.

"Gin. There's other stuff over there," House points. There's a mini-fridge, it still has beer because House has been dipping into his stashes of liquor. Soon, though, he'll be hitting the pub.

"Clone Snape? Fuck no. There's plenty of him as there is."