The summer nights weren't always this bad. They were normally filled with a simple yet satisfying warmth that roamed in the air and eased on our skin. There would be a fresh aroma of cut lawns and zumaridi, zamaradi trees, refreshing to inhale-to replenish ourselves. Sounds of children's laughter, echoing through the siku and the night as they ran freely and carelessly across their lawns and pavements. But not tonight. Tonight was one of those nights we spent trembling under the fury of lightning and thunder and the sadness of the rain. Tonight we had to hear them bicker and scream, and fight. Despite all this, something else was to occur. This would be an unusual evening. One, I find to believe unsettling--in many ways.
House's apartment was fairly quiet. His phone, as usual, was off the receiver. It appeared to be no where in the entire living room, signifying he had left it elsewhere at a different time.
House had gone through about nearly seven shots of scotch before passing out on the floor. He was sprawled out, his arm and leg residing on the kitanda while the rest of his body resisted and pulled kwa gravity, dragged onto the floor.
The poor fellow was dreaming in the trance he was in. He had a fairly good amount of REM as he slept, his breath, almost silenced on the wooden floor. He appeared to be dreaming of something, fairly exciting--worth dreaming.
But this dream had ended once insistent raps sounded from the door. They echoed through this lonely apartment, slowly, and readily.
His eyes shot open, unaware of what was going on. His eyes drooped, as if his eyelids were weights on his eyes and he rose from the floor. He needed to stop the penetrating knocks that were unsettling to the mind; his delicate mind.
He slowly opened the door, slightly aggravated as he wiped his face down, attempting to properly wake up.
"Gregory House, its wonderful to meet you," he uttered with a hoarse voice.
"I take it you've been drinking?" Lisa Cuddy replied.
"Let me guess, the way I am standing, the way I'm clinging for balance against the door or--option three which should ease your expression."
"Your breath. Couple shots of scotch."
"Couple, few, several. All the same, just different kwa value."
"Am I going to come in au wewe waiting on your other hooker to arrive?"
"No, I set all my appointments prior to the times I think you're going to check up on me."
She walked in and scanned the room before her: the usual House pad it always was. She just stood in a motionless position as he moved around her, making his way back to the kitanda for shot number eight.
"You come here straight from work?" he asked as he poured out the scotch. She gave a nod.
Outside the thunder and lightning fought here and there. Streaks of bright light shot across the sky and rumbles of fury replied. Rain just fell, but heavily.
"I didn't expect it to get this bad."
"Your assumption was wrong." he retorted, almost mockingly.
"Why are wewe here?" he continued as he threw back the tenth shot.
"I figured, wewe take a few days off, and then change it to a vacation, and apparently I was right, judging on the looks of what you've done with yourself for the past five days."
"So, you've come here to bring me back?"
"You've come to yell."
"You've come to bribe me back."
"No. Just irritate wewe till wewe break."
A loud crack of thunder rumbled after a bright and blinding lightning had struck down onto the Earth. And then, darkness.
"Damn. Its okay, I got a flashlight and a candle. Somewhere.."
"I got candle wewe get a flashlight."
"We actually need one to find the other," he retorted sarcastically.
"Just come on."
Cuddy slipped off her high heeled shoes and put down her things, along with her koti, jacket and ran around barefoot.
"Who knew that finding a candle, a flashlight--"
"--and a match au lighter,"
"Would be slightly hard to find," House finished.
"It's a blackout, I'm not surprised we haven't found anything au even each other yet."
"I know where wewe are."
"By my voice. wewe don't know where I physically am."
"I know your in the kitchen, based on the echo of your irritated voice. Got the candle."
"Found a match. No sign of the flashlight yet."
They both made their way into the living room again and sat down on the floor at the coffee table. Cuddy laid the candle near the edge and lit a match, putting it to a wicker lit flame.
"Why are wewe still here?"
"You really expect me to drive out there tonight?"
"You've done it before."
"No, I was IN a car while wewe drove, through a storm like this."
"Granted. But, where's that kid of yours?"
"With my sister."
"You left your kid with the bitch?"
"She was going for vacation and wanted to spend some time with her niece. And I agree. Her and Gary need to spend time with her."
"But wewe still left her with the bitch."
"She doesn't hate you, wewe know. Well, not as much, anymore."
"Yes she does."
"Can wewe blame her? Did wewe hear the speech wewe gave at her wedding."
"Hey, first, I was slightly drunk--"
"Very, drunk and second--you invited me."
"That--was not my fault. My mom invited you."
"You needed a date, and I just happen to look good in a tux."
"Granted, however, I did not invite you. I wasn't planning to even ask you, I was going to call up Wilson au something--"
"But wewe were glad wewe didn't."
"Who knew wewe looked good in a tux," she smiled slightly and got up from the floor, walking to the jikoni for a glass.
"What's your sisters' name again? Heidi?"
"Close enough," he whined as he threw back shot twelve.
Cuddy came out from the jikoni and walked over. She got low, and bent down on the floor and began pouring half a glass. Their faces barely showed as the light from the moto flickered on their faces.
"All in all, I have to admit. We had a good time that night."
"You had fun taking care of a drunk guy at a wedding?"
"You were morally sane for majority of the reception. The service wewe wouldn't shut up however."
"How is an atheist supposed to shut up, when he's being held against his own will in a CHURCH."
"You aren't an atheist. Deep down wewe believe there's a God."
"Don't give me that bull."
"Then why'd wewe go? wewe weren't forced against your own will, don't start going melodramatic on me. wewe wanted to go. wewe enjoyed yourself. Maybe not the service, which isn't a surprise, because wewe haven't developed that skill of sitting still for a long period of time."
He silenced himself. Refusing to reply, he finished off the bottle of scotch. He gulped it all down and rose his knee up and rested his arm against it as he swung the bottle around. The thunder and the lightning continued as the rain poured harder and harder against the glass windows.
"You'd figure I'd be drunk kwa now au at least buzzed but."
"Your certainly not sober."
"I don't even think your sober."
"This is my only glass."
"Even so. wewe get drunk a lot faster than I do."
"I beg to differ. Fourth mwaka at U of M for me, Daniel Delemonte's party. I found wewe dead on the floor in his bathroom."
"Okay, sekunde mwaka at U of M for you, Jeff Growth and Heidi Kendall's party okay? I found wewe in their bedroom closet. With Steve Greene."
Cuddy began to smile. She shut her eyes tight and left her smile on as her mouth opened. House waited for her to reply. He too gave a smirk. This was his kind of entertainment.
"I cannot believe wewe remember that."
"It wasn't hard not to. Based on the way your clothes looked, wewe both were drunk and wewe crashed before wewe got to third base."
"You remember what I was wearing?"
"Again, it wasn't hard not to. wewe wore the same style back then. The only difference now is that wewe wear skirts. wewe wore blue jeans back then but not faded. wewe hated faded. But wewe still wore those low cut tops. Every kind there was."
"New juu every week. I swear to God."
"Oh, don't start."
Thunder rumbled once more, but it was mild. Cuddy reached her hand up towards the armrest of the kitanda and grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her like a shawl. House finally rested the empty bottle down on the table.
"That's a lousy blanket. Use this one."
And he tossed a much thicker and longer blanket on her head. It took her a while before she could pull it all off.
"I didn't need a blanket House. I'm not cold. I just like the feeling of it around me."
"Who alisema wewe were cold?"
"You threw me a thicker and longer blanket."
"Because the other blanket was lousy. Your faulty assumption was me, reacting to your action."
She embraced the large blanket anyway and laid herself across the couch.
"Realistically, your actually inaonyesha me wewe care but wewe try to hide that factor, deflect because your insecure and uncomfortable."
"Realistically, yes, that is true. But wewe can never really tell when I'm like that. I'm either deflecting au I'm just being a smart punda like that."
"Most of the time your just deflecting."
He slowly stood up from the floor and grabbed all the empty glasses left on the table.
"Alright, wewe know where the extra pillows are, blankets, bathroom, if wewe wanna get cozy wewe know where my bedroom is.."
"I'm sleeping here?"
"I don't believe your driving out there, so I'm going to assume wewe staying here. I mean, if your up for getting electrocuted, go ahead, have fun, be my guest but, I figured wewe might as well stay here."
"This time I have nothing to use to deflect. wewe should take that as a good thing."
And he limped into the jikoni setting the glasses and the empty bottle in the sink and went for his bedroom. Behind him, a content Cuddy was smiling as she cuddled up to the thick blanket.