Greed: A desire to acquire more than one needs or deserves: avarice.

Dr. Robert Chase had absolutely no intention of opening his eyes. The amount of light already jockeying for entrance past his closed eyelids suggested that doing so would be a serious error in judgment. Not that he had been making very good decisions recently anyway.

Chase raised his right arm to strew it across his face in a vain attempt to shut out the morning's brightness. Somewhere underneath him, his left arm was experiencing the pins and needles of restricted blood flow from the hours of pressure his body's weight had been exerting upon it.

But the pain in his left arm was nothing in comparison to the earth-shattering racket being created by the entire brass orchestra, including a very large bass and snare drum set, that was currently playing a horribly bad rendition of the theme from "Rocky" in his brain.

It was entirely within the realm of possibility that Chase would remain exactly where he was for some days, maybe even weeks. But intruding into the midst of his hangover and self pity, the sound of a familiar cough reached his ears.

"House?"

"In the flesh. Rise and shine sweet cheeks!"

Chase groaned loudly as the room became flooded with light. House moved to every one of the windows, opening the blinds as wide and with as much noise as was humanly possible.

"Wow! You must've really partied 'til you puked," said House.

"Oh he did. And I've got the pictures to prove it."

Chase's eyes flew open and he struggled to extricate himself from the wide couch in the doctors' lounge.

"I didn't know you had a smart phone Foreman. Isn't technology wonderful?"

"Indeed it is. For instance . . ."

Chase whirled around, which only increased the volume of his head's brass band, to see House studying the phone that Foreman held in his hand.

"What are you talking about?" Chase asked, rubbing the soreness in his legs, his back, his . . .

Taub entered the lounge, Wilson at his heels. "What are we missing?"

"Just photographic images of Chase's multiple conquests at the wedding last night," House replied. "Get closer Tiny so you can see better."

"I already saw the women he took upstairs," Taub sullenly replied. "Live and in person. I don't think I really need to see the instant replay."

"Oh ho. But you didn't see the FINAL play of the night. The end run, the 'Hail Mary' pass, the last touchdown," House said.

"I think 'end run' would probably be the best description," Foreman said smirking.

"Well since Chase's play definitely made it all the way into the end zone, I'd have to agree." House said.

Taub and Wilson gasped as they, Foreman and House stared at the phone.

Chase ran around the couch, tripping over the corner and grabbed the phone out of Foreman's hand.

"See for yourself," Foreman said. "And don't worry about trying to erase the evidence. I've already posted it online."

House turned to him, a look of wonderment on his face. "I had no idea you were such a techno-geek. You have GOT to try this new video game I've discovered. It's based on the characters from different movies. Like for instance, they have this new 'Crying Game' scenario." He turned his gaze back toward Chase, a slight smile playing about his mouth.

Chase continued to gaze at the picture clearly displayed on the phone in his outstretched palm. It showed him leaving the reception with . . .

"House, isn't that the same . . . person you brought to dinner with Sam and me?"

"That's why I love this man. Never forgets a transvestite. Maybe it's because you've never met a transvestite you didn't like?"

"Chase, you dog!" Taub said. "You really DO come from a land down under."

Chase had turned various shades of green. "But how did I . . . I don't remember . . .?"

"That's what happens when you drink the obscene amounts of alcohol you consumed last night. Morning after regrets," House said. "And soreness. Never pictured you being into experimentation. Wait until Thirteen finds out."

Foreman reached over and took his phone out of Chase's now limp grasp. "And serves you right too. Maybe someone could have stopped you if you hadn't been so bent on hogging all the women there."

"Yeah Chase," House added. "I'm sure your ass will agree that I gotta go anti 'Wall Street' on this one. 'Greed: not so good.'"

The four men stood there laughing as Chase ran out to find the nearest bathroom so that he could throw up.