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 schreibtisch calendar that says June 11, 2009.
Hugh: <sighed> Another Jahr finished… another Jahr 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 Du ---
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 Du 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 Du already done them?
Hugh: That can’t be in Hughland. I have to do things the way they should be…
House: Du enjoy that?
Hugh: I have problems with the word “enjoy”…
House: And Du can live with that? You’re doing things that you’re not even sure if it gives Du 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 Minuten 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 Du are… Almost tipsy with eyes about to shut down…
Hugh: I figured maybe Du 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 Du 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 Von overdosing so here I am, bummed. ---- And soon, losing the one I wanted Mehr than anything might come next…
Hugh: Du 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: Du 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 Du 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 Bewegen further things with…
House: Oh… But Du do realize there’s a six letter word that if Du 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 Du 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.