A/N: This has been in my head for ages! Maybe you guys will enjoy it, I do. :P
Disclaimer: I do not own House, MD. If I did...It. Would. Be. Awesome.
Wilson could remember the one occasion that House had revealed his true feelings for Lisa Cuddy. And it had all started with a simple, drunken question.
Upon falling down a flight of stairs and being fussed at for shaking the beers, Wilson was now seated at House's empty poker table. They'd been babbling on about random things when Wilson thought of a question that he would actually like to know.
"Are you a boobs man or an ass man?" Wilson asked. He'd thought of several occasions where House had made crude comments when it came to assets of both kinds.
"Well Wilson, if you must know..." House started.
Wilson let out a drunken giggle, he just noticed how drunk House actually was. His cane had long since been abandoned, his eyes were squinted and he was actually grinning.
"...I'm a Lisa Cuddy man." He let out.
Wilson's jaw dropped, he hoped that he would remember this in the morning. "Seriously?" He asked.
"Only since I was in my twenties." House laughed. "I'm out." He said.
Twenty seconds later he passed out on his piano keys, with a musical groan. Wilson laughed and removed him from the bench, he would have to hear him bitch for weeks if he threw up on his piano. A Lisa Cuddy man, Wilson concluded that he was both.
A/N: Bahaha. I enjoy being silly, but if I were a dude...or just really drunk, I'd probably say the same thing. Please, Review. I like reviews, so HIT IT UP! Yeeeah.