Theme: #86 - "Blind Date"
Warnings:
None.
"Oh no she didn't."
"Oh yes she did."
Wilson ran his hand down his face while letting out a loud groan. "Oh god, I ask Cuddy to not give me the weekend off. I specifically requested that I work extra clinic hours." He gently rested his hands on the desk in front of him. "Now why would she say one thing, then change her mind the next in a duration of what," he looked at his watch, "fifteen minutes?"
House shrugged. "Change of plans? You know Cuddy, flash that cleavage and things happen. So unpredictable."
The oncologist rolled his eyes. "I have a feeling that the reason why she denied me work this weekend has nothing to do with cleavage."
"Oh I don't know--the moment I mentioned the blind date that you were set up on sure got her attention."
"You didn't--"
The diagnostician wiggled his eyebrows, a smug expression on his face as Wilson proceeded to try to sink into his chair and have it devour him whole.
"House, I asked you not to tell anyone about that."
"Hey, I just told her that she should give you the hours so you wouldn't be forced onto the blind date, but she was suddenly drawn in with interest at the mere idea of you being on a blind date and decided to let you have the weekend off." He tapped his cane gently on the floor. "You know, I thought I heard 'betting pool' when she ran out the door."
"Oh no she didn't."
"Oh yes she did."