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House had taken an uber back to his apartment.
He'd tried to count, and Hex had poured him... what... five drinks? In the course of less than an hour? In any case, the drive home had definitely not sobered him up. Maybe he should have stayed until he was less drunk. But he didn't want to look at Hex's face for any longer.
It was about midnight, and his hope was that Wilson was asleep and so he could just collapse onto the couch and sleep it off. But of course as soon as he walked in (in the dark) he crashed into the piano bench and it topped over with a loud bump.
He'd tried to count, and Hex had poured him... what... five drinks? In the course of less than an hour? In any case, the drive home had definitely not sobered him up. Maybe he should have stayed until he was less drunk. But he didn't want to look at Hex's face for any longer.
It was about midnight, and his hope was that Wilson was asleep and so he could just collapse onto the couch and sleep it off. But of course as soon as he walked in (in the dark) he crashed into the piano bench and it topped over with a loud bump.
