Wilson's Place-
Today there was going to be a fundraiser at the hospital, one of House's least favorito things seguinte to clinic duty. Cuddy was forcing Wilson to make House wear a suit to fit the theme. "Fix your tie. Your going to look like Lou Costello." "Maybe I want to look like Lou Costello," said House while fixing his tie.
"What exactly is the theme?" "I'm not supposed to tell you." This either meant It was a surprise, or House wouldn't like it. Besides, the only way it could be a surprise was if they turned the hospital into a strip club.
Cuddy's Place-
"Are you sure your not coming?" "Yeah, I'm not into the whole 19th century thing." "God, Lucas, I swear sometimes you remind me of House." Lucas smiled. "That's why you amor me." Cuddy glared at him. "Don't go there." It wasn't that Lucas wanted to hurt Cuddy, but when the time was right, he was planning to leave her so that she could rely on House once again. Sure he loved her, but he knew that being with House was what was best for her.
"How do I look?" Cuddy was dressed in a long yellow dress, heels, and a mask. Her hair was curled and pinned up. "You look beautiful." "That's it?" "Sorry. Damn beautiful."
"That's better."
PPTH-
Wilson and House walked through the doors of the hospital. House could see why no one would tell him the party theme. House went straight to the bar. All they had was white and red wine. "Great, they don't even have hard liquer. Do you know how much of this I'd need to drink to get drunk?" "House. we don't need any wine-O's here. Just get a glass and shut up."
House sat and watched people come in. Thirteen came in with Foreman wearing a red dress. She was tempted to wear black, but Foreman told her that it wouldn't be nessasary to be the only goth person here. Thirteen and Foreman sat naxt to House at the bar. "So you actually showed up. It's a natal miracle."
A few minutos later after saveral drinks, Cuddy came through the doors. "Woah, Cuddy would even be hot in the 19th century." House and Foreman both looked at Thirteen. "You know what happens when I get drunk. And it's not like you weren't thinking the same thing." A nurse seemed to have overheard the conversation. Thirteen looked over to Foreman for permission. "Go."
House had been staring at Cuddy for the last ten minutes, ever sinse she came in. "Go ask her to dance." House looked at him in dissaproval. "Cuddy, wanna dance?" Foreman called to Cuddy from across the room. "Are you asking me to dance?" "No i'm asking you to dance with him. You had to have dated in the past. You hate each other too much not too." House and Cuddy both stared at him. "Very subtle."
A few segundos later, Hous eled Cuddy to dance. "Where's Lucas?" "He didn't want to come, so I left him with Rachel." "Wait, you made me come, but the guy your currently seeing gets to stay home? You wanted him to stay home. You made me come so we could see each other and Lucas would be out of the way." Cuddy didn't say anything. "Nice plan." Cuddy looked up at him and smiled.
It was Lucas's idea. I read it in his journal." "Haha, Lucas has a diary? Maybe he should hook up with Wilson. He paints his toenails." They both looked over at Wilson who was now also talking to the nurse and Thirteen. Funny enough, the nurse was flirting with them both. Better yet, all three of them walked to the elevator and went to the forth floor. "No way." House replied.
About twenty minutos later, they came back to the lobby. Wilson no longer had his tie on and Thirteens hair was down now. "What do you want to bet they did it on Wilson's desk?" Cuddy's mouth gaped open. "Two people can't do it on that escrivaninha, mesa let alone three!" "Really. I have a hundred bucks that says two people can last on that escrivaninha, mesa for at least an hour." "How will we ever know?" Seeing the look on House's face, she realized how they would find out.
Thirteen, Foreman, and Wilson watched them enter the elevator and make their way to the forth floor. Wilson took out his phone and dialed Lucas's number. "Hey Lucas, it's Wilson. The escrivaninha, mesa thing worked." After a short pause, he continued. "Well we didn't just go to my office to talk! We had to make this look as real as possible so we said, what the hell? Yeah they're on the forth floor. What do you think they're doing!? God I hope they aren't using my desk."
An hora later, they came out of the elevator to find that everyone but Wilson, Foreman, and Thirteen had left. "Who won the bet?" Instead of answering, Cuddy handed House a hundred dollar bill. "How'd you know?" They all smiled. "Lucas is pretty smart, too." House was so proud of Wilson and his team, but he also couldn't believe it.
"Did you guys even do it?" House asked surprised. "We never said we didn't." House looked at Foreman and smiled. "I take everything I ever said about you guys back. You have a truly great relationship." Wilson laughed. "Trust is everything." You could tell he was drunk. Not because of the slurred speach or the way he was walking, but he was, of course, he was pantless. "I'm gunna go get some air. Keep it real."
Foreman watched as Wilson got in the elevator and went to his floor to stand on the balcony. "At least this time we know how he lost the pants."
Today there was going to be a fundraiser at the hospital, one of House's least favorito things seguinte to clinic duty. Cuddy was forcing Wilson to make House wear a suit to fit the theme. "Fix your tie. Your going to look like Lou Costello." "Maybe I want to look like Lou Costello," said House while fixing his tie.
"What exactly is the theme?" "I'm not supposed to tell you." This either meant It was a surprise, or House wouldn't like it. Besides, the only way it could be a surprise was if they turned the hospital into a strip club.
Cuddy's Place-
"Are you sure your not coming?" "Yeah, I'm not into the whole 19th century thing." "God, Lucas, I swear sometimes you remind me of House." Lucas smiled. "That's why you amor me." Cuddy glared at him. "Don't go there." It wasn't that Lucas wanted to hurt Cuddy, but when the time was right, he was planning to leave her so that she could rely on House once again. Sure he loved her, but he knew that being with House was what was best for her.
"How do I look?" Cuddy was dressed in a long yellow dress, heels, and a mask. Her hair was curled and pinned up. "You look beautiful." "That's it?" "Sorry. Damn beautiful."
"That's better."
PPTH-
Wilson and House walked through the doors of the hospital. House could see why no one would tell him the party theme. House went straight to the bar. All they had was white and red wine. "Great, they don't even have hard liquer. Do you know how much of this I'd need to drink to get drunk?" "House. we don't need any wine-O's here. Just get a glass and shut up."
House sat and watched people come in. Thirteen came in with Foreman wearing a red dress. She was tempted to wear black, but Foreman told her that it wouldn't be nessasary to be the only goth person here. Thirteen and Foreman sat naxt to House at the bar. "So you actually showed up. It's a natal miracle."
A few minutos later after saveral drinks, Cuddy came through the doors. "Woah, Cuddy would even be hot in the 19th century." House and Foreman both looked at Thirteen. "You know what happens when I get drunk. And it's not like you weren't thinking the same thing." A nurse seemed to have overheard the conversation. Thirteen looked over to Foreman for permission. "Go."
House had been staring at Cuddy for the last ten minutes, ever sinse she came in. "Go ask her to dance." House looked at him in dissaproval. "Cuddy, wanna dance?" Foreman called to Cuddy from across the room. "Are you asking me to dance?" "No i'm asking you to dance with him. You had to have dated in the past. You hate each other too much not too." House and Cuddy both stared at him. "Very subtle."
A few segundos later, Hous eled Cuddy to dance. "Where's Lucas?" "He didn't want to come, so I left him with Rachel." "Wait, you made me come, but the guy your currently seeing gets to stay home? You wanted him to stay home. You made me come so we could see each other and Lucas would be out of the way." Cuddy didn't say anything. "Nice plan." Cuddy looked up at him and smiled.
It was Lucas's idea. I read it in his journal." "Haha, Lucas has a diary? Maybe he should hook up with Wilson. He paints his toenails." They both looked over at Wilson who was now also talking to the nurse and Thirteen. Funny enough, the nurse was flirting with them both. Better yet, all three of them walked to the elevator and went to the forth floor. "No way." House replied.
About twenty minutos later, they came back to the lobby. Wilson no longer had his tie on and Thirteens hair was down now. "What do you want to bet they did it on Wilson's desk?" Cuddy's mouth gaped open. "Two people can't do it on that escrivaninha, mesa let alone three!" "Really. I have a hundred bucks that says two people can last on that escrivaninha, mesa for at least an hour." "How will we ever know?" Seeing the look on House's face, she realized how they would find out.
Thirteen, Foreman, and Wilson watched them enter the elevator and make their way to the forth floor. Wilson took out his phone and dialed Lucas's number. "Hey Lucas, it's Wilson. The escrivaninha, mesa thing worked." After a short pause, he continued. "Well we didn't just go to my office to talk! We had to make this look as real as possible so we said, what the hell? Yeah they're on the forth floor. What do you think they're doing!? God I hope they aren't using my desk."
An hora later, they came out of the elevator to find that everyone but Wilson, Foreman, and Thirteen had left. "Who won the bet?" Instead of answering, Cuddy handed House a hundred dollar bill. "How'd you know?" They all smiled. "Lucas is pretty smart, too." House was so proud of Wilson and his team, but he also couldn't believe it.
"Did you guys even do it?" House asked surprised. "We never said we didn't." House looked at Foreman and smiled. "I take everything I ever said about you guys back. You have a truly great relationship." Wilson laughed. "Trust is everything." You could tell he was drunk. Not because of the slurred speach or the way he was walking, but he was, of course, he was pantless. "I'm gunna go get some air. Keep it real."
Foreman watched as Wilson got in the elevator and went to his floor to stand on the balcony. "At least this time we know how he lost the pants."
