„Give me your car keys."

„Why?"

„Cause youre drunk."

„I didn´t intend to drive home with the car!"

„Someone who nearly electrocuted himself into a coma is capable of anything."

Thirteen sat at the bar and watched the debate of Kutner and Taub amused. At first she hadn´t felt like attending this charity ball of the hospital, but the later the evening got the more her mood improved. But perhaps this was because of the alcohol she had consumed. It had been several glasses, she had stopped counting them.

„Hey, let´s drink another glass-„, Thirteen started to say and turned around to Dr. Cameron, with whom she had drunk quite a lot of alcohol now.

But she had to notice that her drinking buddy was about to disappear with Cr. Chase.

„Sorry, we have to go.", Cameron said giggling and fell round Chase´s neck.

„No problem..", Thirteen murmured and hid her disappointment. The evening had just started to get amusing and now her conversational partner left.

Slightly frustrated she shoved the empty glass away and thought of continuing to drink alone.

„You better stay away from my car!"

Thirteen noticed that the debate was still going on, Taub didn´t want to give up.

„I will." Taub sighed, he seemed to be the only one who was completely sober. Kutner finally gave him the car keys and he took them with a content look.

Thirteen turned around bored. House and Cuddy were playing poker, Wilson had left some time ago and now Cameron and Chase were gone too.

Then her eyes saw another man sitting alone at the other end of the bar, glancing at his half-empty glass. Dr. Foreman. She wondered wether she should join him and continue drinking with him. But she wasn´t quite sure wether it was a good idea to drink more, because she was already very drunk.

As the memory of the positive Huntington´s test she had made 2 weeks ago suddenly came to her mind she didn´t hesitate any more. Alcohol was just what she needed now.

After having decided that, she stood up and tottered towards Foreman. Damn, it was already difficult to walk in those higheels when she was sober, but now that she was drunk… it was nearly impossible.

Thirteen blinked as the whole room started to swing, but somehow she managed to get to Foreman without falling down.

„Hey, how are you? I thought I would keep you company. Do you buy me a drink?" With these words she sat down onto the bar stool next to Foreman and smiled at him.



Yes, she was already very drunk otherwise she would have never been that straightforward.

Foreman eyed her up for a moment. „I think you already have had more than enough."

„False impression.", Thirteen said grinning, swooped for his glass and chuged it. A moment later she grimaced. „Wow, that was strong."

Foreman stared at her. „Are you okay? You didn´t seem to be the person who drinks herself to death at charity balls."

Thirteen noded and blocked out the recurring thoughts of her disease.

„Everything´s fine…", she closed her eyes and held on to the bar because she almost fell from the bar stool.

„Woooh, be careful." Foreman jumped up and caught her, „ Come on, I´ll take you into a room where you can sleep…"

He wrapped an arm around her waist, grabed her hand and left the ballroom with her.

They had to pass the table where Cuddy and House were sitting. House of course couldn´t hold back a nasty comment.

„Don´t moan too estatically."

„Shut up", Thirteen hit back angrily and nearly fell down if Foreman hadn´t caught her in time.

When they were outside, Foreman opened a door . „A rarely used examintaion room. You can sleep here. He brought her to the bed where Thirteen sat down.

She didn´t remember when it was the last time she had been that drunk.

„Okay?"

„Yes." She nodded whereupon Foreman went out and closed the door behind him.

Thirteen bent down and started fumbling around with the buckles of her high heels. It took her about ten minutes until she was finally successful and took off her shoes.

Her olive- colored cocktail dress was by far a bigger problem. She just didn´t accomplish to reach the zipper on the back.

Sighing she let herself fall down onto the bed and looked at the rotating ceiling. Suddenly the door was opened again and someone stumbled in.

Thirteen raised her head and saw that it was Kutner. „Oh sorry, didn´t know that this room was already occupied.", he murmured as he saw her and got ready to leave again.

„Wait! Can you open my dress?"

He stared at her. „You want me to…?"

„Yeah."



After having made quite a stupid face for a moment he began to move, went to her and leaned forwards. Thirteen lay on the bed and smiled at him.

„You have to.. turn around… or otherwise I can´t reach the zipper.", he said.

„Okay." Thirteen got up which caused dizziness again and turned around.

Kutner started opening the zipper of her dress slowly.

As she noticed his warm hands on her back she felt hot and a strange feeling overwhelmed her.

„It´s done.", Kutner said and withdrew his hands. He didn´t dare to fully undress her even tough he was very drunk.

But Thirteen turned round and before he noticed what was happening, he felt her soft lips on his own.

For a moment he was unsure what to do, until Thirteen stroked his cheeks and pulled him onto the bed with her.

He gave in, closed his eyes too and returned the passionate kiss. Shortly afterwards Thirteen´s hands moved to his tie, took it off and started unbuttoning his chemise.

Kutner broke the kiss and looked at her confused. „Are you sure you want to…?"

Thirteen kissed him again. „Get a..move..on…"

He saw the longing look in her eyes and didn´t resist any more. ..