Fin
House stumbled out of the bathroom, wiping the back of his hand across his nose.
Stumbled out of the bathroom and instead of back out onto the casino floor, it was onto a beach. He stumbled, his cane sliding out from under him, and he landed in the slightly damp grass on his hands and knees. He was wearing jeans, a tshirt, and a four thousand dollar leather jacket.
"What the fuck," he mumbled. Okay, maybe too much tonight. He seemed to teer towards the edge of too much every night, so maybe this was bound to happen.
Stumbled out of the bathroom and instead of back out onto the casino floor, it was onto a beach. He stumbled, his cane sliding out from under him, and he landed in the slightly damp grass on his hands and knees. He was wearing jeans, a tshirt, and a four thousand dollar leather jacket.
"What the fuck," he mumbled. Okay, maybe too much tonight. He seemed to teer towards the edge of too much every night, so maybe this was bound to happen.