"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.