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Just One Week, 2/9
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Chapter 2 Sunday evening
"Who knew that a hotel dinner could be so good?" Wilson opened the belt of his slacks: he really had eaten a bit too much.
"Wine wasn't bad, either."
"You only drank half a bottle. Worried about your first lecture tomorrow?"
"Don't worry, I'm not a girl like you. Not even near my limit. Besides, the morons who invited me insisted that I lecture using Powerpoint."
"You... prepared a Powerpoint presentation?" Wilson couldn't have been more surprised if House had sprouted antlers.
"Obviously not! I just gave the lectures in front of my minions and had Chase prepare the presentation, Taub correct the grammar, and Masters correct Taub and fix the images."
"So all you'll have to do..."
"... is stand there and deliver something that bears the same relationship to a lecture as a microwaved filet bears to a freshly grilled one." House's voice sounded suitably disgusted. But Wilson knew how much prestige and, indirectly, money for their hospital there was in such named lectures, and he knew that House was aware of it.
"That's great. So, what do we want to do now?"
"We go on the balcony and sit in the Jacuzzi. It's a beautiful, starry night."
"But it has to be switched on three hours before, at least."
"Which I did."
"Maybe it's not a bad idea."
"I had the idea, you order champagne. A Magnum."
"That's not included in the room service, you need to pay extra."
"Come on, Jacuzzi without champagne is boring!"
When the call to the room service was finished, House was already soaking in the warm water. Wilson undressed and started looking for the damp swimsuit. When the doorbell rang, he wore the hotel bathrobe to open the door and received a bottle, with the bucket to keep it cold, and two flutes.
He stepped out on the balcony. "Here you are, House." He put everything within easy reach of his friend. "Where is my swimsuit?"
"First of all, it's mine.." House paused, tense with the effort, until a happy plop! announced that the bottle was open, "and secondly, there's nobody here so you don't need it. Come on in."
"You want me to step in this... naked?"
"That's the way it's supposed to be. It's very large, just sit on the opposite corner of me."
"Maybe an adjacent corner would be better, so we can both reach the wine." Wilson examined the words he had just said, worried that whatever House had must be contagious. But he couldn't bring them back.
"You see? You got the idea! Cheers!"
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Chapter 2 Sunday evening
"Who knew that a hotel dinner could be so good?" Wilson opened the belt of his slacks: he really had eaten a bit too much.
"Wine wasn't bad, either."
"You only drank half a bottle. Worried about your first lecture tomorrow?"
"Don't worry, I'm not a girl like you. Not even near my limit. Besides, the morons who invited me insisted that I lecture using Powerpoint."
"You... prepared a Powerpoint presentation?" Wilson couldn't have been more surprised if House had sprouted antlers.
"Obviously not! I just gave the lectures in front of my minions and had Chase prepare the presentation, Taub correct the grammar, and Masters correct Taub and fix the images."
"So all you'll have to do..."
"... is stand there and deliver something that bears the same relationship to a lecture as a microwaved filet bears to a freshly grilled one." House's voice sounded suitably disgusted. But Wilson knew how much prestige and, indirectly, money for their hospital there was in such named lectures, and he knew that House was aware of it.
"That's great. So, what do we want to do now?"
"We go on the balcony and sit in the Jacuzzi. It's a beautiful, starry night."
"But it has to be switched on three hours before, at least."
"Which I did."
"Maybe it's not a bad idea."
"I had the idea, you order champagne. A Magnum."
"That's not included in the room service, you need to pay extra."
"Come on, Jacuzzi without champagne is boring!"
When the call to the room service was finished, House was already soaking in the warm water. Wilson undressed and started looking for the damp swimsuit. When the doorbell rang, he wore the hotel bathrobe to open the door and received a bottle, with the bucket to keep it cold, and two flutes.
He stepped out on the balcony. "Here you are, House." He put everything within easy reach of his friend. "Where is my swimsuit?"
"First of all, it's mine.." House paused, tense with the effort, until a happy plop! announced that the bottle was open, "and secondly, there's nobody here so you don't need it. Come on in."
"You want me to step in this... naked?"
"That's the way it's supposed to be. It's very large, just sit on the opposite corner of me."
"Maybe an adjacent corner would be better, so we can both reach the wine." Wilson examined the words he had just said, worried that whatever House had must be contagious. But he couldn't bring them back.
"You see? You got the idea! Cheers!"
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A little foreshadowing there, I hope?
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Somehow I liked the idea of the two of them, naked in the dark, drinking champagne and being quiet, the only sound the bubbling of the water (and maybe a nightingale or two).
Thanks for commenting.
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Thanks for reading and commenting!
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this is great!
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