"About time!"
Chase greets them at the door after several attempts of loud banging to be heard over the music. Behind him, the room is dimly lit with cheesy strobe light effects dappling the area where half the hospital seems to be milling about.
"Nice costume, Chase."
Cameron smirks at him as Chase ushers them inside; clapping a friendly hand on Foreman's back that is almost certainly the result of one too many beers. He grins back at her amiably, allowing her to flick one of the corks suspended from his wide brimmed hat. He wears an open shirt and cargo shorts along with the cork hat, and happily waves around a can of Fosters lager.
"I figured I'd make the joke before anyone else did."
"By anyone, you mean House?"
Chase nods at Foreman's observation and leads them over to a cloth covered table on which a variety of drinks have been set up.
"So come on then, show me your costumes! Don't tell me you didn't dress up!"
"Calm down, we did! Here-"
Foreman shrugs off his coat and shoves it into Chase's arms, who throws his head back and laughs. Foreman has a suspicion his blonde-locked colleague has no clue who he's supposed to be, but is rather just celebrating the fact that he's dressed in what is technically a leotard. He supposes he can see the comical value of the situation himself.
"-Brilliant! And you, Allie?"
Cameron blushes slightly and fiddles with the buttons of her coat, while Foreman grins and snatches up a plastic cup- dunks it in the dubious looking punch bowl before them- and hands it to her
"I told her I'd get her drunk so she'd take her coat off."
He shouts in Chase's ear over the music. Cameron rolls her eyes at the two of them but downs the pinkish liquid quickly, causing the two boys to cheer jovially.
"It's gonna take a lot more than that to get me drunk."
Foreman raises an eyebrow at the challenge, laughing at her, and refills her cup before beckoning to her with his hand that she should give up her cover.
"Bold words, Dr Cameron, but for now lets call it taking the edge off, and give me the coat."
Chase vocalizes his agreement, intrigued by this little charade, and she glances around them quickly- noting that, while the room is packed, nobody seems to be paying them any particular attention- before grinning at the boys. She loosens the buttons of her long, black trench coat theatrically, and gives a playful wiggle of her hips before letting it drop off her shoulders to catch at her wrists and expose her outfit. Foreman cheers once more, while Chase simply stares at her, slack-jawed. Reeling in his initial shock, he eventually snaps his mouth closed, only to elicit a low wolf whistle which causes her to blush.
"Wow!"
"Thanks. I think."
"Oh, it was definitely a positive wow!"
She smiles sheepishly, and leans across the table to snatch up a bottle of wine and pours some into her- now empty- cup. A whistle comes from behind as she's leant over the table and she turns around, raising an eyebrow at her two colleagues; both of whom put their hands up in self defence.
"Wasn't me."
"Wasn't me."
She takes a sip of the wine, trying hard to keep her scowl from crumbling.
"Uhuh..."
"No, seriously! I think it was that guy..."
Chase points over to a middle-aged man with dark hair dressed in a batman suit who, upon receiving Cameron's attention, proceeds to offer her an obscene gesture with his fingers and tongue, causing her companions to crack up with laughter as her eyes widen and she splutters on her wine.
"Gross! Who even is that?"
"No idea- I think I've seen him around paediatrics."
The graying superhero sidles over and offers Cameron a winning smile; effectively ignoring Chase and Foreman.
"Hey, uh, I'm Gary."
"Hey, uh, she's not interested."
Chase cuts in; mimicking the man's supposedly seductive tone. Gary scowls at the three of them before spotting a young nurse dressed in angel wings, and taking leave for less hostile pastures.
"Chase! That was rude!"
"I'm sorry, did you want to engage the guy in a deep, meaningful conversation? Or maybe you just wanted to see if he really was gonna do that thing with his tongue?"
"No! But still..."
"Relax, there'll be plenty more assholes trying to talk to you tonight."
As if on cue, the door goes again and Chase shrugs his apologies and heads over to meet and greet. Foreman grabs a beer and tops up Cameron's wine before heading off into the living room where people have started dancing. Cameron follows close behind, and he lets her fall comfortably in step beside to him as they enter the room; knowing full well that despite her poker face, she's more than aware of the appreciative glances being thrown towards them. After all, he doubts many of the men staring in approval are doing so due to the green lycra hugging his body.
At least, he hopes not.
"Do you dance?"
She has to shout in his ear to be heard over the heavy beat of the music, and he turns his head so that he can yell back into hers.
"Not well!"
"Good enough for me!"
She turns to face him, and at first it's awkward, but then Def Lepard's 'Pour some Sugar on Me' starts playing and they begin to dance with comical exaggeration and he stops staring at her dress and simply reciprocates as she sings the lyrics much too loudly with a grin plastered on her face.
They break up laughing and she places her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she rides out a fit of giggles.
"You're so hot when you sing off key."
She laughs at him before raising her now empty glass to him.
"I'm running on empty, do you want another?"
"Better not, I could go for some juice though."
"Any preference?"
"Whatever's open."
She nods and wanders back towards the kitchen; smiling politely and offering a greeting to familiar faces here and there. Foreman spots Wilson in the crowd talking to a couple of women he thinks he recognizes from the ER and heads on over.