House and the Heroin

[make_creation]

It didn't take that long to walk around the compound and past the animal pen to Mark's hut. He kept pace with House and walked in first, then pointed over to his room. It didn't sound like Maureen was here at all...not that it would have mattered if she was

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[misanthrope_md]

"Mmmm blasphemy," House said as he set down his cane and sank down on the bed next to Mark.

As Mark started to roll, his eyes flicked over the room.

... well, that was easy. Who keeps a brick of heroin on a fucking bookshelf?

House immediately felt a twinge of anxiety. He'd actually been kind of hoping he wouldn't be able to find it. Because now that it was just there, it was a tangible temptation.

[make_creation]

"Yeah, there's some kind of irony smoking the verses about Moses. Burning bush and all," he grinned, passing one to House and rolling a second. It wasn't like pot was scarce or expensive, so everyone could have their own. He handed off a lighter as well as he finished his off.

[misanthrope_md]

House snorted in amusement at that and lit the end before taking a generous hit. He sighed and leaned back on one elbow. "Nice place you've got here."

[make_creation]

"Thanks. I like it," Mark laughed. What do you say to that, really? It wasn't much different than anyone else's place, he was sure. He lit his and took a deep pull before he kicked off his shoes and turned to face House.

The man looked like hell.