One evening, House and Hugh found themselves seated in front of the other. Both of them shared a bottle of whisky with only the light of the hallway lighting up. Hugh happened to notice the scrivania, reception calendar that says June 11, 2009.
Hugh: <sighed> Another anno finished… another anno to face, hopefully…
House turned to look at the calendar as well before giving a quick eyebrow raise.
House: Birthday?
Hugh gave his quick eyebrow raise too.
House: 50?
Hugh: How’d te ---
House: Trust me. It’s just a coincidence…
Hugh chuckled and House smiled before both of them seemed have nothing to say anymore.
House: So, what have te done lately?
Hugh: Nothing much… Interviews here, interview there, fly here, fly there… Usual stuff.
House: Define usual…
Hugh: Things I routinely do…
House: I hate doing stuff being done repeatedly. Except thinking about Cuddy’s boobs and ass, of course. --- I mean, what’s the point of doing things if te already done them?
Hugh: That can’t be in Hughland. I have to do things the way they should be…
House: te enjoy that?
Hugh: I have problems with the word “enjoy”…
House: And te can live with that? You’re doing things that you’re not even sure if it gives te happiness?
Hugh: I’ve got no choice. I should make my meals, pay my bills, I should function.
House: Nice…
Both of them took a sip from their scotches. House gulped all the liquor that’s left at once while it took Hugh quite a few minuti later before he laid his empty glass on the table. The doctor poured another round in his glass and offered the bottle to the actor.
Hugh: No, I had enough…
House: Seriously?
Hugh: I don’t drink…
House: And yet here te are… Almost tipsy with eyes about to shut down…
Hugh: I figured maybe te needed company… But seriously, I don’t drink…
House sighed and just placed back the bottle on the table.
Hugh: What about you, what have te done lately?
House: Does fantasies count?
Hugh chuckled again.
House: I screwed lately. <Met Hugh’s stare> Got confined in a psych hospital, felt alone, tried to get out without being caught da overdosing so here I am, bummed. ---- And soon, losing the one I wanted più than anything might come next…
Hugh: te really have a great constellation of screws up, don’t you?
It was House’s turn to chuckle.
Hugh: Have any plans on going on further with her?
House: <Shook his head> No ----- Two negative don’t make a positive. There’s no point of making great things out of nothing…
Hugh: te call this nothing?
House: It’s basic math. I am screwed, she’s screwed. It’s a lost-lost game.
Hugh: I think, all things are like that anyway…
House: You’re on a game too?
Hugh: That woman te saw that entered my room…
Hugh stopped and can’t construct words that would describe Lisa E, the actress, to House.
Hugh: <sighed> Is the one I wanted to sposta further things with…
House: Oh… But te do realize there’s a six letter word that if te jumbled it up you’ll come up with, affair, right?
Hugh sighed and sat straight before getting the whisky bottle and pouring some in his glass.
House: Thought te don’t drink?
Hugh: I could use some more…
Both gentlemen smirk and raised their glasses in the air and letting it click on the other.
Hugh: For us, the screwers!
House: Wait, that sounds vaguely dirty, doesn’t it?
Chuckles followed then they slowly brought back down their glasses.
Hugh: Happy Birthday, House…
House: Happy Birthday, Hugh…
Finally, at the same time, they gulped the liquor together again.