Knockers

Lisa Cuddy has a secret affair with vodka. It's something she doesn't like to think about often, but it is also something that she cannot deny if confronted properly. This often happens on the rare times she is caught coveting a single shot glass, and it will be her only drink for the night. She will look away when asked why, muttering something about college and parties and disaster.

The truth is, Lisa Cuddy began her affair in college as a junior who has been enticed to a party (simple enough) by her friends. After half an hour, she was pulled into a drinking contest and handed a bottle of vodka. She had looked at it, wondering if she should or shouldn't. After a rough clap on the back from the very friend who had brought her there in the first place (incidentally, this friend would drop out not too long after), she knocked back her first shot.

It hit her hard, clawing its way down her throat to finally smoulder in her stomach. She burped loudly, coughing and sputtering, but kept on taking shot after shot after shot. She leant up against a support beam, laughing loudly. Her memory began to blur, but she should remember dancing on a table, more liquor, lots of hands and losing her shirt somewhere in the fray.

Finally, her uncharateristic frenzy reached a climax as, to the urging of equally drunk male students, she lost her bra too. Her table was elevated, though she was sitting now, and everyone got very, very quiet. Her wits scrambled back into her brain as a group of graduate students entered, still sober and quite aware of her topless state.

One smirked and calmly ripped off her measurements on the spot. So far as she could tell, they had been correct. She had fled the party and did her best to avoid people in general for the next month.

Now, in her Dean's office, she unlocks the bottom drawer. There is one bottle of vodka and one shot glass. Carefully, she sets the glass down and pours the perfect shot. She downs it without so much as a flinch, recapping the bottle -- suddenly, there is a tapping on the walls of her glass fortress. One all grown-up grad student smirks and begins again:

"Thirty -- "

Cuddy stops House with a flick of her finger. As he laughs outside the door, she pours another shot.

Note: I was trying to find a reason that House has such a thing for talking about Cuddy's boobs. XP Didn't come out right at all.