This story set during season 6, but without a few details such as Lucas and Rachel.
this is my first house fic, hopefully it will be a long one (:
read&review, pleeease!
I DO NOT OWN HOUSE. Is I was, I wouldn't be wasting my time writing here. Just kidding[:
Chapter 1 – a really crappy party.
House made his way through the crowded lobby , spotting Wilson who was sitting at the improvised bar at the far end of the room.
he passed a few people who were just standing and talking, trying to overcome the loud sound of a crappy 70s song. Some of them were a little drunk, some of them already half passed out.
the chairs in the hospital lobby were moved, and instead there were a few tables scattered across the room, and some wooden scary-looking structure who was supposed to be a stage. The walls were covered in what seems like leftovers of decorations from a six years old's birthday party, and two bored waiters were walking around, serving food that no one wanted to eat.
there were no donors today, so no one even bothered to pretend.
without the important, rich people to act nice for, it was just another crappy party of a few pathetic people who had nothing better to do on Christmas eve.
"hey, you showed up," Wilson said with a half smile as house sat next to him on the bar, ordering the middle-aged bartender to pour him a cup of bourbon.
"and you're wearing a gay shirt, thanks for stating the obvious." House declared in a bitter tone, taking a sip of his drink. "I only came for the free booz and to watch drunk people do stupid things." He clarified.
"wow, you seem even more gloomy than usual." Wilson said teasingly, his eyes scanning the light purple shirt he was wearing. His ex-wife picked it, she said it matched the shade of his skin.
"house, is everything okay?" Wilson asked after a few minutes of quiet drinking. The quiet was a little untypical for house in these kinds of parties, and he did deem like something was bothering him.
but house wasn't even listening. His eyes were focused on a certain spot in the room, and on his face was the look of mixed feelings that Wilson automatically connected with cuddy by now.
Wilson sighed and followed his stare, unsurprisingly locating cuddy standing on the other side of the room.
She was wearing a dark blue low-cut dress, that emphasized her breasts and hugged her curves. Her hair was curly and falling down on her shoulders, and her mouth was shaped in the form of a seducing smile.
however, it was not the stunning woman that caught his attention, it was the man standing beside her with a hand around her waist.
he was tall and tan, His short blond hair well organized in a way that wouldn't let any lock of hair be out of place, and His cocky smile revealing two rows of perfect white teeth.
he looked, Wilson thought bitterly, like a slightly older version of one of those shiny Hollywood stars.
"how much do you think she is paying him?" house joked, his eyes still fixed on the happy-looking couple.
Wilson looked at him worriedly, searching for any sign implying he might do something stupid. "well, its probably a few grands just to make him get out of the toothbrush commercial. Then there's the flight from wonderland…"
"just shut up Wilson."
Wilson kept his eyes on house, as house kept his eyes on cuddy's date. "you'll be ok?"
"yeh," house tried to sound casual. "why wouldn't I be? We're not together or something. We never were."
house gulped down the rest of his drink in one sip, and immediately asked the bartender for another one.
Damn. This is going to be a long night.
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Two hours and a lot more bourbon shots later, house and Wilson were still sitting at the bar.
they were joined now by chase, who was sitting on house's left side, and thirteen on Wilson's right.
"aahhhm.. chase! You're turn!" house said excitingly, finishing another drink.
"mmmmkay. Truth"
"kay…. Which one of the men in this room, would you do?"
chase answered immediately, as if that was the obvious answer. "hmph, that's easy, cuddy's boyfriend."
house frowned. "well… I guess he's kinda hot, If youre into hair cream and, amm, plastic surgeries and .. what were we talking about?"
thirteen cracked up laughing. "god, house. You're wasted."
"nooo, im not. You're wasted!" house giggled at his sophisticated comeback.
"Wilson! Truth or dare?" chase shouted suddenly.
"ahh.. what?" Wilson looked away from the counter, on which he was trying to build a house from sugar cubes.
"truth or dare, jimmy! You have to pay attentionnn!" house complained.
"ohh, okay. I chooooose… dare!"
"I dare you to... kiss thirteen."
"noo way!" thirteen chuckled.
"but it's a dare, You have to!" house, once again, tried to logically explain the rules.
Wilson turned to thirteen, lowered himself to her level and gave a soft and short pack on the lips.
"here, happy now?"
"nooo!," chase whined, "that sucked."
"yeh, jimmy" house agreed, "you lose your turn."
Wilson defended himself immediately. "what?! That's sooo unfair! I did your stupid dare!"
"sorry, jimmy. That's the rules.." he shrugged apologetically. "thirteen, You're up!"
"yay! House,truth or dare?"
"dare!"
thirteen thought about it deeply for a moment. "you need to get up on that stage and sing a song!"
"what?! I can't sing a song!" house protested.
"what happened, you've got stage fear?" she mocked him.
"yep, house. These are the rules!" Wilson smiled wickedly, banging his fist on the table and spilling his own drink.
"fine, I'll get up there. This party suuucks anyway." House took the challenge, and got up from his sit.
three pairs of eyes watched as house took a few unbalanced steps toward the wooden stage. He climbed up and whispered something to the piano player who was seated at the middle of the stage. The pianist seemed almost grateful as he got up and allowed house to take his seat.
"okay, people. I'm here to save the party!"
a few drunk people, including the little group on the bar, cheered excitingly.
cuddy, on the other hand, was a little less happy about the entire thing.
"HOUSE! GET OFF THE STAGE YOU IDIOT!" She quickly left her place beside the toothbrush-commercial-man, and made her way to the stage.
But house wasn't concerned about her. "wooww, cuddy. Chill out! I'm just singing one song" he pulled up one finger as an illustration, while giving her his best puppy-face look.
somehow, the look – or was it the alcohol? – softened cuddy a bit. She stopped yelling and stood right in front of the stage.
"okayy, this song Is for thirteen, and jimmy, and the aussie over there." The three of them cheered wildly.
house started playing the first note, and then, as if remembering something, he stopped.
"oh, I forgot something reealy important." House smiled at the waiting crowd. "this song is dedicated to her!" house pointed, to everyone beside wilson's surprise, at cuddy. "cuddy, this song is for you, because I reealy like you." He chuckled a bit, enjoying everyone's full attention. "hell, I've been madly in love with you for 21 years and two month, but who's counting.."
cuddy, and pretty much everyone else, stared at him shocked. the toothbrush guy seemed like he was about to burst with anger. Wilson just sat quietly and shook his head.
God, house. What the hell do you think you're doing?
as house started screaming some old Elvis song into the mic, he didn't notice cuddy leaving the room, followed be her blond boyfriend.
