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Wilson could name 100 different ways he could spend his weekend. He could be driving around, he could be attempting to create a new way to make life fun, he could be drinking with house, he could even be gambling right now. Not sitting outside of his own job in a booth that read ‘$5 KISSING BOOTH’. It was a money maker though. He’d probably earned $400 just in the first two hours but he had to make it $390 because he had to buy wet wipes. Some clown girl kept paying for kisses until she of course ran out of money in her account. By the time she had ran out of money, he had ran out of wet wipes to clean his face. He had a whole trash can full of white and red wipes and they still hadn’t even gotten all of it off. He blamed them being cheap dollar store wipes for the inability to clean.
It was about 2 pm when House had finally made his stop to the booth. By then, Wilson had acquired about $50 from ladies in nursing and gay guys coming from bars. House had just stepped out the building when he noticed the big booth. It wasn’t hard to miss and Wilson’s familiar hair was hard to miss. He walked so that he was in front of the booth and stood in front of it. He looked at the sign and then at Wilson. “Oncology not enough? Now we’re prostituting?” House questioned, leaning forward on the booth. Wilson shook his head and rolled his eyes. This was one of the few times he wished that House wasn’t in the same building as him. “I lost a bet to someone. This was my puni-“ His words died in his throat as his own credit card was basically shoved in his face.
He stared at the black piece of plastic before staring at House. “Do you take tap pay?” The way House’s face was dead serious made Wilson only question if anyone had hit him and if they hit him hard enough. “House this is my credit card. How did you even get that?” He pat for his wallet and the color drained from his face when he realised his wallet was not infact in his pocket. He looked at House and noticed now that House was holding his wallet. He snatched it from the older man and shoved it in his pocket. House let out a sigh of defeat and pulled out a checkbook from his pocket. Wilson immediately recognized it as his own checkbook. “Well if you don’t take tap to pay, I’ll use a check then.” “House that’s my checkbook!” Wilson took his checkbook away from him and put that to the side. “You’re so rude you know, I wa—“ House’s words were silenced as Wilson grabbed him by his coat and kissed him. It wasn’t following the rules of the booth but he didn’t care. House pulled away and instead of his usual serious but playful look, it was painted over in shock. Wilson let go of him when he realized what he did and he sighed. “House I’m sorry, that was not right of me to do.” “Nonsense, I paid you.” Wilson looked down and sure enough, a $5 bill was sitting right on the middle of the desk. He looked back up but House was gone, already halfway down the block. “Oh Wilson!!!” He heard from behind him. He recognised it as the clown-girl immediately and prayed that the makeup would come off after this round.