(House): *the arrival of Julie means we need alcohol, so we'll wander into the kitchen*
(Wilson): *definately needing alcohol.*
(House): *join the party, then*
(Wilson): *wanders into the kitchen too*
(House): Hello. *just hands him a drink*
(Wilson): *takes the drink* Thank you.
(House): You saw?
(Wilson): Julie? Unfortunately.
(House): Same. *alochol is good*(
(Wilson): *alcohol is very good. So he downs his.* I figured it wouldn't take long for you to run into her.
(House): Oh I missed her /so/ much, how could I not?
(Wilson): Almost 6.7 BILLION people in the world, out of all of them, and SHE has to show up here.
(House): The odds are against you.
(Wilson): One to 6.7 billion should have been a pretty long shot. I guess I'm just *that* lucky.
(House): It's your charm.
(Wilson): Odds like that, I should start buying lottery tickets.
(House): But yours is /bad/ luck.
(House): Well -- coming here, and then Julie showing up is like winning the lottery, then getting hit by a bus.
(Wilson): *smiles a bit* I think I'd rather take my chances with the bus instead.
(House): If by bus you mean ex-wife?
(Wilson): No, I mean bus.
(House): Well there is no bus.
(Wilson): Which makes it slightly safer than taking my chances with Julie.
(House): Would you rather I go find you a bus?
(Wilson): I don't think there are any buses around here.
(Wilson): *finishes his drink and sets the glass down* At least it's a big hotel. Maybe we can just avoid her completely.
(House): *eyebrow raise* We?
(Wilson): Okay. I can avoid her completely, and you can antagonize her at every opportunity. Better?
(House): If you're worth avoiding. *slightly bitterly*
(Wilson): Well... We'll see.
(House): Do you still love her?
(Wilson): *sighs* I don't know if I'd go that far...
(House): Did you ever?
(Wilson): Do you really think I would have married her if I didn't?
(Wilson): *should have seen that coming* Well, I did.
(House): When did you stop?
(Wilson): It didn't exactly happen all at once.
(Wilson): Things just started gradually getting worse.
(House): Just curious.
(Wilson): *pours himself another drink*
(House): Careful, I know how much of a lightweight you are
(Wilson): I'm okay. I can handle two drinks.
(House): I can't carry you.
(Wilson): I know.
(House): *sits, finally*
(Wilson): *takes a seat too*
(House): So now what. You want I should make her a deal she can't refuse?
(Julie): *walks into the kitchen, raises a brow* What deal could you possibly make me that I couldn't refuse, House?
(House): Leave Wilson alone or I'll tell him about our torrid affair -- wait, oops. *finishes his drink*
(Julie): Seems you've already let the cat out of the bag there
(Wilson): *facepalms* I don't want to know.
(House): My bad.
(Julie): What a lovely reunion. *rolls her eyes* You meant to do that, House
(House): ... we didn't really sleep together. Unless I /really/ was drunk.
(Wilson): You know, Julie, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were following me.
(House): She's creepy like that. *pours another drink*
(Julie): Aww... you wish, James
(Wilson): I wish you'd stop.
(Julie): And I'm to care why exactly? If I was following you, you'd know. Lucky for you I'm not.
(House): Subtle like a bus.
(House): *digs out his wallet and tosses it to the table* There, now leave.
(Wilson): Pay her to leave now and she'll keep coming back every time she wants more money.
(House): See? That's why I keep a Jew on hand at all times. They're better with money. *puts his wallet away*
(Julie): It wouldn't of worked anyways
(House): How about if I throw a stick? Female dog, and all that.
(Julie): Sorry, that won't work either
(Wilson): Where's that creepy kid that set Warren's wings on fire when you need him?
(House): He could send her to the Cornfield of the Damned or wherever.
(Julie): No one is sending me anywhere
(Wilson): I'd send you somewhere if I had the money.
(House): Why James, you have a spine. Maybe divorce does something good for you. Maybe /that's/ why you keep doing it.
(Julie): What is with you two and this money crap? I don't want your money nor would I take it.
(House): Because there isn't any left.
(Julie): I wouldn't take it even if there was any left
(Julie): Sorry, House, I'm not you
(House): Oh, you wound my three-sizes-too-small heart.
(Wilson): *apparently should have stopped at one drink* If your heart is three sizes too small, what does that make hers?
(House): She has none. *sage nod*
(Julie): Well, I'll be damned. Knew there was something missing somewhere
(House): You're a medical miracle.