Wilson was awoken by the sound of his phone ringing in the middle of the night. It was 3 in the morning, why would someone be calling him at this time?

He groaned as he sat up and looked at the number. It was House, of course. He assumed it was another one of his late night calls to figure out a diagnosis.

“What is it, House? And why can’t it wait a few more hours?” Wilson mumbles into the phone unhappily, but he paused when he heard the sound of talking and clinking on the other sound of the phone. Was he at the bar?

“Wilson, it’s not me. It’s your little girlfriend. She can’t handle a drink or two, apparently.” House said sarcastically. “You gotta come pick her up.”