There are some days--few and far between--where nothing can go wrong. Everything, magically, goes right. People you interact with are polite, things you want to accomplish get accomplished. You don't feel worn out and tired at the end of the day but warm and content and filled with the knowledge that nothing can go wrong. On these days, great things can happen: you can go through without the urge to murder, without the need to have someone's head on a pike, nothing you pick up will fall, nothing you move will suddenly decided to let gravity take care of it now, and, if you wanted, you could decide to learn nuclear physics in twenty minutes and do it.

To get some idea of how my day went, take that image from above. Got it? Now picture the complete opposite.

And multiply it by a hundred.

Yeah. Yeah.

Fuck this day.

title: The Effects of Many Frozen Blue Margaritas on One Australian Doctor
fandom: House: MD
rating: pg13
words: 1000
written for: luzdeestrellas, for slashfest
prompt: Chase would never be stupid enough to turn up at House's place drunk, and, even if he were that stupid, House would certainly never let him in. Maybe.
notes: Thanks restless_jedi for the beta, carylic for letting me know that there was more to the beta job than met the eye, and musesfool for listening to me wibble about titles for ages.


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