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House ([info]gregory_housemd) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2014-09-09 22:43:00

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Entry tags:!closed, kytana montrose, sunila montrose, ~greg house

Who: House, Eames, Kytana and possibly Sunila if she wakes up.
What: Sneaking home drunk
Where: On the way to House's house.
When: Monday late night
Rating: High for swearing
Status: Closed





"You fuckin' Australians with your stupid cute accents just need to fuck off." House slurred with one arm draped across Eames' shoulders and the other clinging onto his cane for dear life. "With your pretty hair and fuckin' shoes." He laughed. "But it doesn't matter, you know why? 'Cos I got one hot ass woman waiting for me at home. She's so damn hot." House sighed and stumbled up the street. "Too hot."


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[info]mr_eames
2014-09-09 10:08 pm UTC (link)
What was wrong with his shoes? Eames frowned a little as they walked to wherever, looking down at his feet while he let House lead. He was dressed impeccably, as usual, and his shoes were fucking amazing, thank you very much. And then something occurred to him. "Fuck you, I'm English!"

He was more than a bit drunk, after all.

"Tell me about your hot woman. Have I met her?"

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[info]gregory_housemd
2014-09-09 10:27 pm UTC (link)
"Then stop talkin' like that." He groaned and carried on limping along. His head flopping from side to side as he smiled lazily. "Nah, you haven't met her. But damn, when she smiles, it's like sex."

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[info]mr_eames
2014-09-09 10:36 pm UTC (link)
"A smile like sex, eh? Go on," he prompted, still managing to keep pace with his friend at all times despite the vast amount of gin and gin-like stuff he'd managed to put away.

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[info]gregory_housemd
2014-09-09 11:01 pm UTC (link)
"She's a Jedi. A weapon." House warned then groaned in sudden realisation. "She's gonna kick my fuckin' ass. We need to sneak in. You sleep on the stairs."

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[info]mr_eames
2014-09-10 07:49 am UTC (link)
"A Jedi. Like in those films. Lightsabers and all that? Are you taking the piss?" he asked, accidentally slipping into a flawless Australian accent - he sounded like he was born and bred in Sydney rather than London, even when he was hammered.

"Stairs? Fuck off, don't I even rate a couch?" he protested, slightly louder than before. Stairs? Seriously? "My back'll be in kinks, mate!"

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[info]gregory_housemd
2014-09-10 06:08 pm UTC (link)
"She has the ability to break me into two. But damn. The sex." House groaned happily. "Mind sex. Body sex. All the sex." He ruffled Eames' hair. "Fine fine. Take the carpet." House compromised and stumbled towards his door. "Shhhhhhh, the little Jedi is asleep." He warned, pressing his finger to Eames' lips.

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[info]mr_eames
2014-09-10 06:15 pm UTC (link)
"Little Jed-" he began, quite loud, then stopped when House shoved his hand against Eames' face. "Fffugh ovvf!" he managed, before moving his head back.

"Little Jedi?" he repeated, his "whispering" almost as loud as his talking.

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[info]gregory_housemd
2014-09-10 06:30 pm UTC (link)
House laughed as quietly as he could then shook his head. "Shhhhhh! Don't they whisper in Australia?" He retrieved his hand from around Eames' shoulder and did his best to straighten up. "Yeah, my kid. Well..one of my kids." House grinned then wiped his palm across his forehead, completely missing his hair. "I look good right? I don't look drun..k..? I'm good.. I'm good. I'm fuckin' awesome."

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[info]mr_eames
2014-09-10 08:12 pm UTC (link)
"I dunno, I'm English," Eames replied, dropping the aussie accent and speaking normally once more. He grinned at the mention of kids, though, and when he spoke again, his voice was back at its previous volume. "You have rugrats? Congratulations, we should celebrate!"

He reached over and started to straighten up House's clothes as the other man worried about looking okay, before neatening himself up as well. "You look amazing, petal. Not as amazing as me and my fucking brilliant shoes, but you're getting there."

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[info]gregory_housemd
2014-09-10 09:54 pm UTC (link)
"One rugrat. The other one is old enough to know that I'm a shitty dad." He mumbled a little sadly but perked up and started laughing again. He patted Eames' back. "You know, if I were gay, I'd totally tap that." He confessed, winking at the other man's ass.

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[info]mr_eames
2014-09-12 11:20 pm UTC (link)
"Of course you would. You have working eyeballs and a very healthy sex drive, after all." His arse was a thing of beauty, it had to be said. It wasn't Arthur's, but then, nothing was. Fuck, he missed Arthur.

He looked around as they stood there, studying everything to kill the Arthur thought-trains, then turned back to House with a grin. "Sooo... are we going to meet your missus, or am I just going to get treated to some of your finest shag pile?"

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[info]gregory_housemd
2014-09-12 11:27 pm UTC (link)
"I've seen you checkin' me out." He slurred and waved his finger at him then laughed again. "She's ma finest missus." House smirked and stumbled up the couple of steps that led to his front door. "Remember, shhhhh, or she'll fucking kill me. We're not drunk, we just played a game of poker that lasted all night. We just ate a lot of chips and we're just unsteady from over eating." He waved his hand. "There's science behind it. Just shut up." House straightened up once more and knocked gently. He should have had a key. Why the fuck didn't he have a key.

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[info]notdarthrevan
2014-09-13 12:04 am UTC (link)
Kytana wasn't sure why she waited up for him. Regardless of the reason, she heard the tapping as she finished her glass of milk. Making way to the front door she opened it, not surprised to find House standing there.

"You're out late." She did at least attempt not to sound angry.

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[info]mr_eames
2014-09-13 08:39 pm UTC (link)
Eames was hammered, it was true, but he was a master at appearing as something he wasn't. And so he stood up straight as the door opened, cleared his throat and stepped forward, sober as a judge, and held his hand out to her.

"I'm afraid that's my fault, ma'am. He's an old friend, and I kept him out talking and catching up whilst we were playing poker. I must apologise. We didn't even realise the time until it was far past his bedtime, I'm afraid. I'm Eames, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you."

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[info]gregory_housemd
2014-09-14 09:37 pm UTC (link)
House was drunk but not drunk enough to miss Eames playing sober completely and utterly to perfection. Or maybe he didn't, and House really was just drunk. He did his best to stand up straight and mimick Eames, just not the accent. "I was telling him all about how hot you were." He said looking at her with the most angelic smile could find in him.

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[info]notdarthrevan
2014-09-15 04:52 am UTC (link)
Kytana slipped her hand into Eames' and gave it a slight shake. "Likely if he told you how 'hot' I am I have to hope I was given a name. But in case I wasn't I'm Jedi Knight Kytana Montrose." Knowing that House had at least told his friend that she was a Jedi.

"Do come in, he hasn't a bedtime, but our daughter does." Her eyes cut to House. If what Eames said was true there was no reason she could hold his outing against him, was there?

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[info]mr_eames
2014-09-16 07:39 pm UTC (link)
"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady," he replied with a genuine and sincere smile, then thanked her for inviting him in. He let House go in first, then followed him inside with very careful footsteps. So as to not wake their daughter, of course.

"So, have you been on this island for long?" he asked quietly, doing his usual quick scan of a new place, his eyes never lingering on one thing for very long, "So far, it's a lot better than where we were previously."

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[info]gregory_housemd
2014-09-17 09:40 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, too right. I have no bedtime." He nodded and limped inside, giving Kyt a quick kiss on the cheek. It was quick because he was worried that if it had been any longer, she could have blasted him across the room.

"Told you." He smirked back at Eames. "Jedi Knight." He repeated with pride.

House was yet to mention Elmwood to Kytana. He had only just comes to terms with it himself. "Yeah...That." He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. "That's a story for another day, children."

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[info]notdarthrevan
2014-09-18 05:37 am UTC (link)
As they walked in, they were greeted with a grand open space, a closet on the left, and a shallow pool on the right. The kitchen opened up to the room in the far right corner, and a half bath was in the far left. A lift against the back wall.

Kytana smiled at both compliments. Especially the pride in House's voice, even if she did swat his backside after he kissed her cheek. How could she hold his drunken night out against him if he were off visiting with an old friend? Would she not do the same if one of hers came along? "I've been here just over a year and a half." She moved to lean against the back of the couch.

"Eames, you don't seem as if you've drank nearly as much as he has, but you may simply be good at hiding it. Being his friend," Her eyes cut over to House, "I would be a poor hostess if I turned you from our door at this hour regardless. I do hope you'll stay. I can promise breakfast when you both have your head on enough to get up."

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[info]mr_eames
2014-09-21 09:53 pm UTC (link)
A year and a half? Bloody fucking hell.... if he was here anything like that amount of time, plus however long he'd spent in Elmwood... Christ.

Eames distracted himself by looking around and framing various different potential sketches, although his fingers were already itching to pick up charcoal and start sketching Kytana. He knew better than to fidget in such an obvious way, though, and kept a hand in his pocket, holding tight to his totem. "You have a beautiful home, K-" and he paused before continuing, "May I call you Kytana?" He nodded his thanks when she told him it was fine, then looked over at House and raised an eyebrow when he was invited to stay. And have breakfast as well? Fantastic!

"That would be wonderful, thank you. As long as I'm not intruding, that is."

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[info]gregory_housemd
2014-09-21 10:48 pm UTC (link)
He noticed her smile, House certainly noticed her smile and it gave him a small sense of relief, even when she went for his ass. If anything, that relieved him further. Whether it was the alcohol or her smile, or the combination of both, House managed to find the courage from somewhere to approach Kytana and hold her from behind. He sighed happily and nuzzled his face into her neck. "You can call her...Queen." House mumbled, unaware of the rest of the conversation between Kyt and Eames. He occasionally heard a word or two but his senses were as drunk as he was.

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[info]notdarthrevan
2014-09-22 06:37 am UTC (link)
"You're not intruding in the slightest. You saw to it that he got home safely, so it's the least I could do." Kytana chuckled softly as House seemed to cuddle into her from behind. With a light little sigh she ran her fingers through his hair. He was a mess, but she loved him. Even when he was a mess, sometimes it seemed when he was especially so.

"There are some things left behind by Luke, in the room you'll be sleeping in, feel free to change into any of them. Each room has it's own full bath, in case you've drank more than it seems and it disagrees with you." As she was almost sure it would House. She directed a hand toward the lift. "Shall we?"

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[info]mr_eames
2014-09-22 08:34 pm UTC (link)
"He's helped me plenty of times in the past, so it would be incredibly remiss of me if I didn't return the favour." He quirked a smile as House slumped against Kytana, and then he blinked at the name she mentioned. Luke? Jedi Knight... Someone called Luke... It couldn't be, could it? Despite some inner part of him (which was probably the very drunk part of him, to be honest) flailing around excitedly in his mind, he would behave. Eames would ask later, he decided.

He went where he was shown, still looking round as he did so, and waited by the lift. He wasn't about to start pushing buttons in someone else's house. Not while they were watching, anyway.

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[info]gregory_housemd
2014-09-24 10:12 pm UTC (link)
"Where are we going?" House whined, clinging onto Kytana. He wanted a warm bed and her breasts, and maybe a sandwich, a Reuben sandwich. His body was heavy and his cane dragged along side him. More of his weight than usual was being carried by his bad leg. He couldn't really feel it now but he'd feel it in the morning, especially with the walk back from the pub. It would start with a dull ache, a sickening dull ache.

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[info]notdarthrevan
2014-09-25 04:35 am UTC (link)
"We are going upstairs to the bedrooms. It's late, and I'm sure you and Eames are in need of a warm bed, and plenty of water to drink." She pressed the single button beside the lift and moved in side. Kytana was careful to maneuver so that House could use her as much as he needed. "Would you mind pushing the button for the fourth floor?" She asked either man. Who ever could reach.

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