A/N: Okay, yes, this is very short...it's going to end up being closer to a long oneshot. So just bear with me as I post these really short chapters. Please leave reviews if you like this so far...
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own anything, credit goes to FOX for House and song credit goes to ABBA for Take A Chance On Me
Dr. Marvin Keller had been one of the leading cardiothoracic surgeons in the United States and Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital had stolen him from New York Presbyterian Hospital…thirty years ago. Tonight was his retirement party, being held by the doctors of PPTH, in the clinic, after hours.
Cuddy could hear the party outside her office starting to really take on a life of it's own. Cuddy had only allowed the party to be held in the hospital's clinic because Wilson had promised her that it wouldn't get out of hand. He had told her that he would take charge of the plans and give her the final copy to okay, she really should have known better.
It wasn't Wilson's fault, he had planned for a nice, quiet, semi-formal sit down dinner. There would be nice music that people could dance to. A choice of chicken, beef, or fish entrée, a nice wine selection. It would have been a very lovely and professional send off for Dr. Keller, but as usual, House had felt the need to meddle.
He had stolen Wilson's plans, called the band and caterers, and canceled them. Instead, he called up one, probably of many, favorite bars. He had them bring a DJ, who came with a karaoke system and a few, in his words, "Spicy and feisty drink slingers". Who were, barely clad in miniature old fashioned nurses uniforms, and his selection for food, if it could actually pass as that, was a variety of their 'famous' appetizers and minis.
Wilson had been horrified when Cuddy had called him down to her office to ask what the hell was going on when she had seen the set up people start to arrive. He looked around the clinic and then at her with one of his 'fish out of water' looks and Cuddy knew exactly what was going on…House.
Unfortunately, by the time they had figured out what was going on it was too late, almost everything had been set up already. The nurse's station had been turned into a full functioning bar counter. A small stage had been erected in the patient waiting room. Folding tables had been set up all around, save a space near the 'stage'. Then, finally, there was the piece-de-résistance…the large poker table off to the side.
Cuddy hadn't actually intended on attending the party because she had a desk full of paperwork that needed to be done by the end of the week. She was just going to say her goodbyes to Dr. Keller tomorrow when he came by for his final session of rounds. So when she realized it was too foil House's previously foiled plan, she clenched her jaw, and swiftly turned around. She walked back into her office, locked the doors, and closed the blinds, leaving Wilson standing in the middle of the chaos.
She figured that since it was Wilson's plan to have the party here, and it was Wilson's friend who had royally screwed him over, Wilson could deal with it all. That had been over two and half hours ago, she still hadn't come out of her office. As she sat at her desk cursing House, the music suddenly became much louder then it had been ten seconds ago. If she was going to get any work done, and not get complaints from patients later, she was going to have to tell them to keep it down.
She got up from her desk, jaw clenched again, and walked through the doors. As soon as she got through the first set of doors the singing began. Not the singing from a CD or vinyl album, but…karaoke. Which meant that people were finally starting to get drunk enough to let their inhibitions go. This also meant that no one was going to care about what she had to…wait…was she hearing correctly? Was that House?
Departing note: Don't worry, I'm posting the next chapter in like.....well....really soon.