Rain on my parade
Who: House, Wilson
Where: Wilson's car > House's apartment
What: Driving home from Atlantic City
When: End of the weekend vacation
Complete
House yawned loudly as he attempted to stretch his legs in the passenger seat of Wilson’s car. He looked down at his watch - 7.29 p.m. - and then let his head fall back against the headrest, turning his eyes to the window. It was dark and raining outside and the raindrops on the glass shimmered in the glow of the streetlights that lined the highway. The rain had been falling in a constant drizzle since mid-afternoon, which made the traffic out of Atlantic City more congested than anticipated. Not that House minded, as much as sitting cramped in a car didn’t agree with his leg - he wasn’t really looking forward to returning home.
Wilson and he did manage to actually leave their hotel room a couple of times over the weekend, to go down to the casinos. House kept to his word - half of the bets he made were on Wilson’s money. Though, he made up for it by buying Wilson a foot-long dog at one of the fast food outlets when House complained he was hungry. He really didn’t want the weekend to come to an end; when it came time to pack up his overnight bag - which Wilson ended up doing most of because House wanted to make the most of the hotel amenities instead of an anti-climactic task such as packing - he couldn’t help feeling a sense of disappointment.
He pretended he wasn’t bothered, though, when Wilson packed up the car and House got in. And he made pointless conversation, such as things about the statistics of how many Americans think Joan of Arc was Noah’s wife, as a means of distracting himself from the fact that he wasn’t looking forward to returning home. The further they drove from Atlantic City, the heavier the rain started to fall.
He sat forward and hit the ‘on’ knob on Wilson’s car radio. Having forgotten that the last time he’d fiddled with Wilson’s radio he turned the volume up louder than necessary, a song suddenly burst through the speakers, loud enough to make House jerk in surprise. He scrambled for the volume to turn it down, then shot Wilson a scowl as though it was his fault the volume was so loud.
“Why didn’t you remind me I had your volume up loud last time we were in the car?” he complained. He turned his attention to the radio and searched around until he came across the tail end of a news report. The weather then came on, the woman announcing that there were to be heavy overnight showers in the Mercer county of New Jersey.
“Typical,” he muttered as he hit the radio back off once the woman declared that Princeton was currently experiencing heavy rainfall and gusty winds. He sat back in his seat and sighed. “There’s always something to rain on your parade when you return from a vacation. In our case, literal rain.”
Where: Wilson's car > House's apartment
What: Driving home from Atlantic City
When: End of the weekend vacation
Complete
House yawned loudly as he attempted to stretch his legs in the passenger seat of Wilson’s car. He looked down at his watch - 7.29 p.m. - and then let his head fall back against the headrest, turning his eyes to the window. It was dark and raining outside and the raindrops on the glass shimmered in the glow of the streetlights that lined the highway. The rain had been falling in a constant drizzle since mid-afternoon, which made the traffic out of Atlantic City more congested than anticipated. Not that House minded, as much as sitting cramped in a car didn’t agree with his leg - he wasn’t really looking forward to returning home.
Wilson and he did manage to actually leave their hotel room a couple of times over the weekend, to go down to the casinos. House kept to his word - half of the bets he made were on Wilson’s money. Though, he made up for it by buying Wilson a foot-long dog at one of the fast food outlets when House complained he was hungry. He really didn’t want the weekend to come to an end; when it came time to pack up his overnight bag - which Wilson ended up doing most of because House wanted to make the most of the hotel amenities instead of an anti-climactic task such as packing - he couldn’t help feeling a sense of disappointment.
He pretended he wasn’t bothered, though, when Wilson packed up the car and House got in. And he made pointless conversation, such as things about the statistics of how many Americans think Joan of Arc was Noah’s wife, as a means of distracting himself from the fact that he wasn’t looking forward to returning home. The further they drove from Atlantic City, the heavier the rain started to fall.
He sat forward and hit the ‘on’ knob on Wilson’s car radio. Having forgotten that the last time he’d fiddled with Wilson’s radio he turned the volume up louder than necessary, a song suddenly burst through the speakers, loud enough to make House jerk in surprise. He scrambled for the volume to turn it down, then shot Wilson a scowl as though it was his fault the volume was so loud.
“Why didn’t you remind me I had your volume up loud last time we were in the car?” he complained. He turned his attention to the radio and searched around until he came across the tail end of a news report. The weather then came on, the woman announcing that there were to be heavy overnight showers in the Mercer county of New Jersey.
“Typical,” he muttered as he hit the radio back off once the woman declared that Princeton was currently experiencing heavy rainfall and gusty winds. He sat back in his seat and sighed. “There’s always something to rain on your parade when you return from a vacation. In our case, literal rain.”