"House?"
"What is it Cuddy? If you hadn't noticed, I'm actually working today."
"Sorry to bother you, but it is your job. Well anyways, as you know, today is Halloween. So be prepared for drunken teenagers, and the retarded chainsaw accidents that occur when men go crazy with carving pumpkins."
"Geez, Cuddy, what generalization about men."
"Well, don't try to tell me that you've never done it."
"Hey, sassy, everybody lies."
"I knew it, jack ass."
"Hey, I'm your boss. I could..."
"Fire me? You know it would be a terrible loss, because you would only have Cameron to flirt with."
"I resent that comment. I have a job to do...enjoy Halloween. Are you wearing a costume?"
"No, that's for kids."
"Well, you look like a witch to me."
House hobbled off towards the ER. Cuddy just rolled her eyes and wandered off anywhere House wasn't.
House enjoyed Halloween, because he liked to see all the stupid mistakes that people made. Like, when a man came in with a foot he thought was haunted, and yes it was his own. He stole medical tools, when they told him they wouldn't amputate, so he tried to cut it off himself. The doctors' scrubs were so bloody, they looked like Halloween costumes. But this was a new year, full of more dumb people for House to criticize.
House hung his cane on a pipe hanging from the ceiling in the ER. The put on his scrubs, and waited for someone to rush a stretcher into the room, just so he could be right, again, and prove Cameron wrong, again. Today was definitely a day for proving Cameron wrong. She could be so sexy when she was angry.
Finally, a stretcher came in the ER, but it went in the OR next to the one House was in. He was too lazy to walk next door so he just cussed.
"Shit."
He started to tap his fingers on the operation table. His eyes lay on the bottles full of colorful fluids. He grabbed an operation tool. The tool hit the row of bottles and made funny noises that House found amusing. He rocked out and hit the metal table. The room was full of loud (and annoying) clinks that made the other doctors glare. He didn't notice.
Finally, Cameron entered the room and grunted.
"Ahem..."
House stopped, and set down the tools. He gave a sheepish grin and embarrassed himself.
"I was...sharpening the tools. They wouldn't cut flesh, I tested them."
"With your own flesh? Very smart."
"Hey. I can do what I want; I'm the boss."
"Whatever. Just keep it down."
"Well, fine then."
House grabbed his cane, and un-scrubbed himself. He thought to himself, "I'm not a drummer. I'm a guitarist. Acoustic cane guiarism has come back to my office." He left the OR in the ER, and hobbled into his office.