House didn't know what the hell Wilson was waiting for, but it took him long enough to open the door. He fell into the passenger seat, relieved to be out of the cold and sitting down--standing in the cold had begun to make his leg hurt, and it still hurt. Probably wasn't going to be a great night for this. He reached into his pocket and fished out a couple Vicodin, then tossed them back and swallowed them down. He did his best to ignore Wilson. He just wanted him to drive him the hell home. He was sure, though, that any second now Wilson would launch into a series of questions about what had just happened. Questions about Foreman. About tonight. Probably about last week, too, because there was no way Wilson would fail to put those pieces together. He just wanted to forget about Foreman.
"Any chance you'll play the clueless friend?" House asked, hunkering down in the seat. He lowered his head, letting it fall into his left hand while his right idly slid back and forth over his thigh. He tried to block out the sound of Foreman's car engine, even though it was fading fast, his car speeding away. Yeah, speed away, you asshole. I hope you get pulled over and fined with a fat ticket and searched just for being black. Hope you end up on the God damn news and get another strike against your fucking reputation. Bastard. "Or better yet, my silent and obedient chauffeur. I can get in the backseat if it makes it easier."
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Date: 2009-04-05 07:35 pm (UTC)"Any chance you'll play the clueless friend?" House asked, hunkering down in the seat. He lowered his head, letting it fall into his left hand while his right idly slid back and forth over his thigh. He tried to block out the sound of Foreman's car engine, even though it was fading fast, his car speeding away. Yeah, speed away, you asshole. I hope you get pulled over and fined with a fat ticket and searched just for being black. Hope you end up on the God damn news and get another strike against your fucking reputation. Bastard. "Or better yet, my silent and obedient chauffeur. I can get in the backseat if it makes it easier."