Who House and Wilson
What Valentine's shenanigans
Where Their apartment
When Valentine's day
Rating/status R / in progress


Yawning as he lay in bed, stubbornly not opening his eyes even though he was awake, Greg stretched out his arms, fingers brushing against something different, something new on his bedside table. One eye cracked open in rebellion against his set idea of sleeping in and he spotted the rose, his other eye opening to join in the other's 'wtf?' look. A rose? Wilson had married too many women, Greg decided.

Until his eyes landed on the Jack Daniels and he smirked. Better.

Getting up, Greg took the bottle up and headed towards the living room.

"The rose was a doubtful choice, but old Jack never is a wrong choice, Jimmy."