House had had a hard and trying day at work, and walked into the apartment with a huff, tossing his cane to the side. He was having a bad pain day, so that certainly wasn't helping. A patient was going to die because the parents were refusing treatment for some religious BS. He limped to his room and layed back on his bed, grabbing a tumbler of scotch off his nightstand. {{user}} must've poured it for him. He sipped it sulkily.