House MD Fanfiction

Shhh, don't tell Greg

Hilson, drunk!outing, 2,718 words
By: TheFellowshipOfOreos

"Come on, House! It'll be fun!" Wilson whined as he followed House around the apartment.

"No! Why should I go with you?"

"Because," Wilson started to say. "You know how I get when I'm drunk. Besides, it would be good for you to get out and have some fun, for once. And it would be rude of you not to show up."

House sat down on the couch and rubbed his leg. He sighed, and turned to look at the younger man. "If I go with you, will you leave me alone?"

"Yes."

"Fine," House stood up and limped to his room. "I'll be ready in 5 minutes. What are we going to do there anyway?"

Wilson followed House. "Well, Chase thought it would be a good idea for a guys night out, you know, with Foreman, Taub, me, you, and himself. We haven't had one in a while, and you never came to the one we had for Christmas."

He leaned on the wall, stuffing his hands in his pockets and watching House rummage in his closet. "We're just gonna have some drinks."

House turned around, shrugged and started to lift his shirt off. If he had payed attention, he would have noticed the blush creeping on Wilson's face and his obvious discomfort.

"Fine, I'll go, but if it gets boring, I'm leaving." He grabbed his cane and walked to the living room, where he put on his coat. "Let's go."

"Already? I haven't even taken a shower and I didn't do my hair-" Wilson started to protest.

"It's a guys night out, Wilson. Not the Ball of the Century. You're okay like this, we can go now. Or if you'd rather we stay here..."

"No, no, just hold on, let me get my coat and car keys," Wilson said as he took his coat off from the hanger.

"Don't bother with the car keys," House said, opening the door. "We're taking my bike."

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When they arrived at the bar, Wilson's hair was completely disheveled; his cheeks were pink from the cold wind and it took everything for his knees to stop shaking. Upon seeing Wilson's state, House laughed.

"You look like you've been to hell and back. It's just a bike ride! And it's much faster than your stupid old car."

Wilson huffed and fixed his jacket. "I'll have you know this 'stupid old car' is the newest model and it works perfectly fine."

The two men walked towards the building. It was dimly lighted, but it seemed there was an ambiance inside. The noise could be heard all the way from out here. Foreman's, Chase's and Taub's cars were all parked in the front and it seems that the bar was packed.

"You didn't tell me it was going to be a party," House mumbled.

"It's not; it's only the five of us. We'll find a quiet booth somewhere, maybe in the back. Come on", he said as he walked through the doors.

They walked to the back of the bar, where the others were already sitting. Chase waved them over.

"You made it! And even House came along. Wow, hell must have frozen over."

Wilson sat down next to Chase and House sat opposite of him.

"Yeah well, I had nothing to do this fine Friday evening, so I thought why not spent it with my good chums Chase, Foreman and Dr. Big Nose."

Taub scoffed and took a swig of beer, while Chase signaled the waitress over. He ordered another two beers, but before he could finish, Wilson spoke up.