They're not headed for House's apartment. Chase will know that, since he's been there before on occasion. He might not realize it right away, buzzed as he is, however.
House glances Chase's way as they're approaching a light, and he's waiting to turn onto a busy strip, a main road. By his guess, Chase has had five, maybe six drinks. He may be drunk, but he won't still be when they get back to his apartment. He's definitely under the influence, but he's not incapable of making decisions. If he'd thought he was well and truly impaired, he'd be taking him back to his home rather than to the 24 hour porn store on the boulevard.
The blinker is going, a slow, annoying click, click, click, and still House says nothing. It's not until they're finally pulling in to park beneath the neon sign that lets them know that the back side of the store is a strip club while the front sell porn and sex toys. House leaves the car running, the lights on, but he doesn't unbuckle his seatbelt. Just turns to look over at Chase.
"Go get what you want me to use on you. You've got fifteen minutes."
He glances at the clock. It's just about quarter to ten.
"If you do decide to change you mind after all, call a cab. Don't bother coming back out."
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They're not headed for House's apartment. Chase will know that, since he's been there before on occasion. He might not realize it right away, buzzed as he is, however.
House glances Chase's way as they're approaching a light, and he's waiting to turn onto a busy strip, a main road. By his guess, Chase has had five, maybe six drinks. He may be drunk, but he won't still be when they get back to his apartment. He's definitely under the influence, but he's not incapable of making decisions. If he'd thought he was well and truly impaired, he'd be taking him back to his home rather than to the 24 hour porn store on the boulevard.
The blinker is going, a slow, annoying click, click, click, and still House says nothing. It's not until they're finally pulling in to park beneath the neon sign that lets them know that the back side of the store is a strip club while the front sell porn and sex toys. House leaves the car running, the lights on, but he doesn't unbuckle his seatbelt. Just turns to look over at Chase.
"Go get what you want me to use on you. You've got fifteen minutes."
He glances at the clock. It's just about quarter to ten.
"If you do decide to change you mind after all, call a cab. Don't bother coming back out."