"Where were Du last night?" Wilson asked his best friend as they sat on the ugly orange couch. House took a sip of soda and leaned back.
"You don't want to know."
"Funny, I thought I did." Wilson sagte as he took the remote from House's hand and turned to ESPN.
"I needed some privacy... and I got it." House answered vaguely.
Wilson rolled his eyes and turned to his friend.
"A hooker? I thought Du were done with all of that?"
House sighed in frustration.
"God, just because Du refuse to get laid doesn't mean I have to."
"House, I'm not sure this is good for you..."
"I needed sex. I went to a motel and called for an escort. Du should be happy that I was considerate enough not to bring her here."
"What about Cuddy?" Wilson suddenly asked.
"She's with Lucas. She's happy and done with me. But that doesn't mean I'm going to continue pining. I'm tired of pining. I've done enough to last me three lifetimes... Anyway, Nolan sagte that I may relapse with the hookers...I am an addict." House stated with an annoyed eye roll.
"How was it?"
House turned to his friend in shock.
"Was it as good as before oder better? I have a feeling it wasn't very good at all."
House sighed and stood up leaning on his cane.
"I don't need a lecture."
"You don't need it but you're getting one. House, I know you're hurting over losing Cuddy but that doesn't mean Du have to have meaningless sex to compensate... Du will find someone who wants Du just as much as Du want them and the sex will be a lot better than what Du had last night."
"I doubt it. Shayla really knew how to push all my buttons." He sagte with a smirk. Wilson threw his hands up in surrender.
"Fine. Don't listen to me. I just think in the end you'll be better off trying to meet someone new than paying for a happy ending."
"You talk about meeting someone to fall for as if it happens everyday."
"Maybe it does and your so full of self-pity that Du are not open to the opportunity... Come with me to speed dating tomorrow night..."
"Ick. That's sounds as fun as an enema."
"You may meet the Weiter great Liebe of your life oder at least a pretty woman who isn't turned off Von your dirty jokes."
House twitched his mouth and then nodded.
"Okay. But if this doesn't work out I get to keep the orange couch and Du have to stop complaining about it."
"Deal." Wilson sagte with a smile.
"You know, I am not a Prince Charming. The odds of tomorrow night being remotely successful are slim to none. I will be keeping this couch in the end."
"So Du say."
"Why are Du so optimistic?"
"Because one of us needs to be."