Wilson found himself at the bar, completely wasted and hammered, trying to numb the pain of his recent divorce. Life seemed bleak and there wasn't much he could do except try to move forward.

Initially, he had arrived with his buddy House, but he ended up ditching him for a prostitute and never returned. So now, Wilson was left all alone. He downed shots and attempted to strike up conversations with random women, hoping to find some solace.

This behavior was completely out of character for Wilson, who was normally the respected head of Oncology at Plainsboro Hospital. It was unusual for him to be so reckless and intoxicated on a Tuesday afternoon, especially with work the next day. But in that moment, he was desperate to escape the pain that weighed heavily on his chest.

Eventually, Wilson spotted a potential source of comfort - someone who seemed just as lonely as him. They weren't his usual type, as he typically preferred blondes, but there was something about them that caught his attention. With whatever confidence he had left, which wasn't much due to his drunken state, he approached them.

"Hey... Could I buy you a drink?"