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[misanthrope_md]

The last time House had gotten drunk at the Winchester he'd ended up taking home a hot girl with good intentions but a serious lack of follow-through. This time it wasn't because he was expecting similar results, but rather for the simplest reason of all: His leg hurt

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[leftwithmybones]

McCoy's only heading in the direction of the Winchester because he's pretty sure he's lost the damn cat again and it keeps heading in the direction of food. He does a quick double-take when he sees a familiar face on one of the nearby paths -- who isn't going anywhere. "You lose your compass?" he asks with a cock upwards of his brow.

[misanthrope_md]

"Hey, it's Bones," said House. "Hi, Bones. No, my house is right there, look." He pointed. It was indeed vaguely visible behind the big tree.

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy gives House a wary look, then looks to the house being pointed to, before the House that's not exactly a humble abode. "You want help getting there?" he asks, seeing as it seems like the obvious question.

[misanthrope_md]

"There's probably a Boy Scout badge for that," said House. "Helping a drunk guy across the street. Or you could always just walk behind me in case I fall over."

[just_hormones]

Aphrodite's got on a totally bitchin' bright pink dress she scored from the clothes box the other day, plus a pair of strappy pink sandals with low heels that match the shade perfectly. She flips her long blond curls back over one shoulder as she walks along, thinking about whether she wants to get out her windsurf board or maybe just do a little sunbathing today. Not like she needs it, of course, her tan's already perfect, just a hint of a bronze glow.

When she sees the guy limp out of The Winchester, it immediately reminds her of Hephy, but she covers that sting up with a smile. "You lost, dude?"

[misanthrope_md]

At the question, House looked at her, though honestly it was kind of hard to look at anything but her cleavage. "Nah," he said. "My house is right there. See?" He pointed. It was kind of visible behind the big tree. "Just evaluating how hard it will be to walk there."

[just_hormones]

Aphrodite smirks a little as the guy addresses her boobs. "Need me to get you one of those wheelchair things?" she teases lightly. She's stumbled home from her share of parties on the island, for sure. Stupid mortal alcohol tolerance.

[misanthrope_md]

"Nope," said House. He held up his cane, stumbling a little in the process and grabbing her arm. "God this."

[prettywithawill]

Oh god, Bertie Wooster was drunk. At least, that's what it looked like to Valkyrie, if Bertie Wooster was some sort of scruff, almost hobo-looking person. Born at least a generation too early to truly appreciate that show, her dad had loved it and she watched it sometimes with him as a little girl.

She was still getting used to seeing famous people on the island, whether it was someone from a book or movie or just a famous face she recognized.

"You alright there?" she asked him. "Can I give you a hand with something?"

[misanthrope_md]

House looked at her. "I didn't know they had girl scouts here," he said. "Is there a help-a-drunk-guy-home badge? Because if so I can appreciate the practicality."

[prettywithawill]

"I'm Irish," she said with a bit of a shrug, as if that would explain everything. "Helping drunks home is pretty much a requirement to pass Fifth Class."

[misanthrope_md]

"All right," said House. "You can help me home. Hey, so you're, what, like sixteen? Seventeen? I bet you know where the good drugs are."

[little_moons]

I'm sitting on the porch rolling silverware when he steps out, looking lost and even more unsteady on his feet.

Arching a brow at him, I say, "You okay to get home, man?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Don't worry, you don't have to take my keys, barkeep," House said, and gestured vaguely in the distance. "See my house, it's right over there. By the way, thank you for conveniently building this watering hole within stumbling distance. My liver is appreciative."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, the island kinda dropped the bar down right here and we built the walls around it, but you're welcome," I say with a smirk, putting the last rolled set of silverware aside.

"You just looked kinda lost, is all."

[misanthrope_md]

"I'm not lost, I'm drunk," said House. Then he snapped his fingers. "Hey I know you. What is it, Nick, right? Nate?"

[dr_robchase]

"House," Chase said as he pressed a hand to his back, giving him a sympathetic look tinged with disbelief as he tried to get his attention. "How much have you had to drink?" he asked warily, old memories flooding back and reminding him how much he hated this feeling.

[misanthrope_md]

"More than you would like me to have, I'm sure," House said, and leaned against him a little. "And don't give me any crap about it being 2pm, what's the difference between 2pm and 5pm here really?"

[dr_robchase]

Chase adjusted his hold on House's waist to try and support him. The height difference wasn't that major and Chase tried to keep in shape. "It's not about the time," he got out, huffing the words slightly. "It's more about the reasons. Why are you drinking so much?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Because my leg hurts and I hate it here," said House. "Are you going to help me home?" He pointed vaguely in the direction of his hut.