"'cause, yar' a son of the bitch that calls I bitch when ya' thing me hung up the phone" I said without knowing it.
Well, that's why I'm now in this trouble. That stupid night. It was everything on Friday night. The fundraiser made a party in the hospital. Well, he wanted the party, and I planned everything. He gives the hospital lots of money. I didn't want to plan any party, after Amber's dead and House's breakdown with Wilson mad at him, I wasn't in the mood of parties, but I just couldn't say no. In the party there were drinks, food, poker, and lots of people. From the hospital and donors. Everything was alright, but I was really bored. Those boring people with their boring friends bored me. I decided that I would take a drink; I thought maybe it could help, and the he appeared. He was wearing a tux and was with a new sophisticated cane.
"Hey! Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine of the Pricenton-Plaisboro Teaching Hospital wants to get drunk?" he said as always, trying to get me to my nerves again. I didn't know what to answer but I rolled my eyes "look at that man. He looks like Heidi with moustache" I started laughing "seriously, I didn't know red tuxes existed" I laughed with a smile that went ear to ear. He was a jerk, but not a boring jerk. "What about you, Cuddles? I bet you can't beat me in a drinking contest." He said, reluctantly.
"House, I'm not going to do it. If you wanna see me drunk you should-"
"So you can't or you're a coward" I don't know what happened there. I think I lost my mind for that stupid moment. "Okay, I accept" I said. I've been a stupid. Why? Why did I do it? What was wrong with me there? Where the fuck was my rational part in that fucking moment? I just accepted it, and there started the trouble.
First, I thought it was just going to be 2 or maybe 3 drinks, and then everything was going to be over. But it wasn't. Not even looking it from far. We took that much drinks that I can't even remember what I did the next. The only thing I remember is that I woke up in my bed, on Saturday, with my clothes on, which is a good thing, I guess. I did nothing on Sunday because of my headache. I had never had a hangover like this one.
Now I'm preparing myself to go to a quick meeting with the fundraiser. He told, five minutes ago that I said "'cause, yar' a son of the bitch that calls I bitch when ya' thing me hung up the phone" and some more thing that I'm ashamed of, and I won't tell for a good reason.
Am I going to get fired? Damn House. Damn drinks. Damn drink contest. DAMN HOUSE!
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