Well, yes she was pretty stupid for marrying a superhero. They never stick to one girl long. What was she thinking? And she picked the biggest whore of them all. House was fairly amused at the amount that she had already drank in the few minutes she'd been here, though he picked up his drink and finished it off though he decided that this was a time that called for less fruity drinks and something more substantial and hair curling.
He got up from his chair and walked over to the small outside minibar he had and pulled out everything to make a couple of strong drinks on ice. A little juice and a lot of vodka should do the trick. "Does this mean you're leaving the Iron Man? Didn't think anyone would want to leave behind the life of luxury."