A/N: I decided to take a break from my other fan fiction "I Am Canadian" at the moment and start a new one. I was inspired by a game my friend, soccerchick13 play. It's called the alphabet game, and you take turns naming things about a subject. (Usually we use House). Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own any House characters.

Allison Cameron. Patients and other doctors only saw her as the "nice" girl. The one you could always count on when you're having troubles. What everyone didn't see was the other part of Cameron. Not the innocent side. Not the sweet side. Not even the nerdy side of Cameron. What I'm talking about is the wild side.

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Vibrant green and pink lights flashed repeatedly throughout the room. A sea of people were all jammed in the building; gyrating their hips to a funky beat. The air was somewhat humid due to all of the dancing. Surprisingly, in the middle of all this chaos, was Cameron. She shook her hips crazily, and threw her hands in the air, while letting out a whoop.

Smiling, she found her way off of the dance floor and over to the bar.

"I'll have another one of those pretty pink martini things," she said, looking up at the bar tender's big blue eyes.

"Coming right up miss," he shouted over the loud melody.

Cameron watched, mystified at how quickly bartenders can make drinks. She gulped down her drink in a matter or minutes.

She looked around at the club. Intense colors came from every direction. A large painted sign on the wall read Club H. Neon signs advertised every type of beer made and had some miscellaneous pictures, like the flamingo right behind the bar. The floor was cement, except where the dance floor was. It had tiles which flashed different shades of the rainbow every few seconds.

Feeling spontaneous, Cameron stood up, and confidently skipped over to the bright floor. She almost stumbled, but then regained her balance and began to get her groove on.

Drunkenly, Cameron asked a random person, "What comes before part 'B'?" When no one even looked at her, she answered herself, "PARTAY!"

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House limped over to his pride and joy in life. It was probably one of the only things that made him feel truly joyful. Other than his pal Vicodin of course. He put his helmet on over his head and got on his ultra cool orange motorcycle. Zooming, House made his way to the heart of the city.

It was House's goal to completely aggravate and annoy his fellow coworkers until the day he died which is why earlier today, House had noticed that after work, Cameron had changed into a very skimpy outfit (by her standards anyways.) She then scurried to her car, singing a techno tune. The only problem was she forgot her purse and a certain older doctor just happened to walk by and notice it. He accidentally fell over because of his leg problems and her purse fell coincidentally beside his head, spilling its contents. It wasn't his fault if by chance he happened to notice the name of a hip new club scribbled on a tiny piece of paper, which was probably hidden at the bottom of her purse.

This particular situation was why House decided to venture over to the bad side of town to return the sparkly purse to its rightful owner. I should really stop being so nice. Eventually, House found the nightclub and parked his motorcycle a fair distance away from it, making sure no one but him would be able to find it. He couldn't imagine a life without his baby because of some stupid teenagers.

Remembering his task at hand, House reluctantly went into the club. Waves of colors exploded around him. He hobbled over to a table, where there were less people. House's eyes wandered over the wave of dancers, spotting Cameron almost instantly, although he had to do a double take.

Cameron was waving every part of her body in every which way. House couldn't believe his eyes. Is that Cameron? I didn't know she could do that. She did a crazy dance move. Realizing how stupid he must look, practically drooling over Cameron, House regained his composure.

"Cameron!" House bellowed. "Hey. CAMERON! Over here!" House swung his cane around him maniacally.

Cameron, along with about a dozen others noticed the madman in the corner. She felt the blood rising to her cheeks as she began to turn a very embarrassed shade of red.

"Hi Housh," Cameron slurred as she walked in a zigzag over to House.

Oh my God. She is going to hear about this for the longest time .Just wait until I tell Foreman and Chase. Ha Ha.

"Hi Cameron. I found this," he held up her purse, "and thought I'd return it."

She broke into a huge grin.

"Aw. Thanks Housh. You're the best." Cameron slapped him on the shoulder, a bit harder than she meant to. House tried not to grimace. Ouch. That really hurt.

"No problem. Why are you here anyways?"

Evidently, you could see the gears in Cameron's head turning much slower than they would if she was sober, trying to think of a lie to tell House. She looked up at the ceiling and noticed the big pipes hanging.

"I'm here to pick up my friend. Her name is Pipes." She spat out quickly.

House gave her a look.

"Really? I'm sure she's here somewhere. She'll be fine without you right? Why don't I take you home?" House said, not believing a word Cameron just said.

"Okay."

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Soon, House had Cameron tucked into her soft, squishy bed and she was fast asleep momentarily. House stopped in her doorway, just to look at her. Allison Cameron. That was one wild girl.