Hey, if you got it, may as well shake it. I've calmed down a little since then, and I'm clean now except for a little pot or E now and then, but it's one of the good things I've got, may as well enjoy it.
No judgement, just envy. My life's a medical drama back home. And I'm not Dr. McDreamy, if you catch my drift. And since you're a pussy, I'm going with dare. Thanks for asking.
If Dorian weren't likely to punch you, I'd invite you to be my best man. Not like I've got anyone else here, and I feel like you'd throw a hell of a bachelor party.
[You're horrible but he does kind of like you, House. That's as close as he's getting to admitting it.]
Okay. Tell me about a time in your life that you were actually happy.
[Okay. that's an honest answer, but not the whole answer.]
Some of them are protective magic. Blood and ink are a pretty powerful ritual.
The rest are...I dunno. The first one was just because I could. A big fuck you. After that, it was just a way of keeping track of where I've been, what I've survived. To make sure I never forget.
It's not remembering the life and death part of it. That shit gets tattooed directly into your brain whether you want it. It's holding onto reminders of better things, the things that helped you survive. That keep you moving on every day no matter how fucked up the things you've been through were.
[He's pissed Rhys off just enough that he's getting a dare with teeth now, though.]
[If Rhys had made his dare two hundred days ago, House would have to shuck off his jeans and this point and show him his thigh. As it is, things aren't a lot less humiliating when he starts undoing his various jackets and shucking those off until he gets down to a blood-stained T-shirt showing the Norfinbury Power Plan logo.
He finally lifts that up to show Rhys two things:
1. Gregory House is a tall and scrawny man at this point; and 2. He has a Prophet Eye symbol branded into the skin over his heart. The brand looks fresh.]
[The Norfinbury Diet: the best weight loss plan ever. Rhys doesn't wince or look away because he's seen as bad before, and he'd asked for it, just nods slightly in acknowledgement with a wry grin.]
How sweet, we match.
[He holds up his own palms, with the Prophet's-Eye symbols carved messily into the flesh. Healed, but still pink-white and bright against the darker skin of his callouses.]
[House just grimaces at the scars on Rhys' palms. He's not having fun with this anymore. He pulls his shirt back down and considers something to humiliate Rhys as revenge. Or perhaps not humiliate... but ruin for sobriety.]
I dare you to crush and snort two of these.
[House produces his bottle of Vicodin. Also, this will probably hurt like a bitch.]
[That just gets a dry, bitter laugh out of Rhys. Because it hasn't been that long since he's seen those, or similar things.
It doesn't matter if he wants to do it or not, because Truth or Dare compulsion, but truthfully? He doesn't actually give a fuck. He would probably do it anyway.]
Asshole. May as well just give me Tylenol and save the Vics.
[The grin on his face is sickly, the shadow around his eyes of someone who's spent a lot of time comparing the best ways to get drugs into his system.]
Sure. Not my favorite way to do it, but sure. Just surprised you actually got your hands on anything actually useful here.
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Okay. I dare you to let Wilson send a text to anyone he wants with YOUR tablet.
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You underestimate how much I can bully him with a look. Fine. I'm going.
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Truth or dare?
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[SIGH. But he didn't specify quite directly enough. He'll watch for that in the future.]
Okay. Since we got the foreplay out of the way, I'll do a dare.
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[Zero shame here, bro.]
And I dare you to propose marriage to at least two people. We're talking down on one knee, the whole nine yards.
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[Take that as you will, House.]
Two, huh? I guess it's a good thing I believe in open marriages, then. Okay. I'll have to improvise on the ring, but I got this.
[Who could say no to a face like this?]
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[Here and Here if House is playing along at home.]
I feel like I should be worried how much power this game gives you, and how much you clearly enjoy it, you know.
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Mazel tov! I'm sure you and Pavus will make all kinds of magic together. I'm expecting an invitation to the wedding since I made this possible.
And let's go truth next. One of each.
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[You're horrible but he does kind of like you, House. That's as close as he's getting to admitting it.]
Okay. Tell me about a time in your life that you were actually happy.
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So winning is a key element to making you happy, huh? Why am I not surprised.
Truth.
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[Really, Rhys.]
Why all the tats? What do they even mean?
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[Okay. that's an honest answer, but not the whole answer.]
Some of them are protective magic. Blood and ink are a pretty powerful ritual.
The rest are...I dunno. The first one was just because I could. A big fuck you. After that, it was just a way of keeping track of where I've been, what I've survived. To make sure I never forget.
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Dare.
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[He's pissed Rhys off just enough that he's getting a dare with teeth now, though.]
Okay. Dare. Show me your worst scar.
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He finally lifts that up to show Rhys two things:
1. Gregory House is a tall and scrawny man at this point; and
2. He has a Prophet Eye symbol branded into the skin over his heart. The brand looks fresh.]
Seen enough, bright eyes?
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How sweet, we match.
[He holds up his own palms, with the Prophet's-Eye symbols carved messily into the flesh. Healed, but still pink-white and bright against the darker skin of his callouses.]
Dare.
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I dare you to crush and snort two of these.
[House produces his bottle of Vicodin. Also, this will probably hurt like a bitch.]
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It doesn't matter if he wants to do it or not, because Truth or Dare compulsion, but truthfully? He doesn't actually give a fuck. He would probably do it anyway.]
Asshole. May as well just give me Tylenol and save the Vics.
[The grin on his face is sickly, the shadow around his eyes of someone who's spent a lot of time comparing the best ways to get drugs into his system.]
Sure. Not my favorite way to do it, but sure. Just surprised you actually got your hands on anything actually useful here.
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I do actually have a prescription for them. I needed them when I first got here. Not anymore. Look, Ma! No cane.
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[He laughs, shakes his head.]
Alright, Doctor Candyman. Two it is.
For the record, they're way better just straight up with a couple glasses of wine. But I'm in. Your place or mine?