Sullivan's was a bar a mere block away from the hospital that was used as an outlet by many of the doctors and staff at Princeton-Plainsboro. When we got there I recognized a few faces as I followed Wilson and House to a round table in the middle of the floor with bar stools around it.

After we gave our drink orders to the waitress Wilson turned excitedly to House. "I was able to tell a woman her treatment was working."

House rolled his eyes. "You're fighting a losing battle, Jimmy. She'll be back in less than six months."

Wilson was not deterred. "But that's six months more she has to live."

"And she'll spend every day worrying about her cancer coming back."

They paused as our drinks arrived- House's whiskey, Wilson's martini, my margarita- before Wilson responded. "Every day my parent doesn't die offers them another chance."

House snorted. "You sound like a Tell-a-Thon."

"You sound like a jackass."

I looked to the men, House to my left, Wilson to my right. "We diagnosed our patient today."

Wilson smiled at me. "I heard. That was record time." He turned to House. "Are you going to hire that doctor?"

He shrugged as he drank his whiskey. "Haven't made my mind up yet. Cameron feels threatened by her presence."

My face turned red. "I do not! I could care less if she's on the team."

His blue eyes looked at me over his glass rim. "Do you want her on the team?"

I nearly choked on my tequila. "Are you asking me my opinion?"

"If I don't have your opinion I can't discount it," he easily said back.

"I think you're just tired of interviews," I told him.

"I think you're avoiding the question."

I drank some more as I thought. "Fine," I finally told him. "I think she might work on the team. Foreman and I could certainly use more help around there."

"Fine," he repeated then turned his eyes to Wilson as the latter's beeper went off. He excused himself to use his cell phone but we didn't have to wait long.

He came back and threw some dollars on the table. "I've got an emergency."

"Told you," house said.

Wilson glared at him. "Not the same patient, Greg. Bye, Cameron."

"Bye," I responded back.

Once Wilson was gone House and I sat, staring at each other in silence. Finally, I finished my drink and stood. "Well, thanks for inviting me."

House looked up surprised. "Where are you going?" he demanded to know.

"Home..."

"Why?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Uh, Wilson just left."

"I'M still here," he told me.

I chuckled. "Are you wanting me to stay?"

He shrugged again. "If I wanted to drink alone I would be drinking at home."

I sat back down and watched as House got our waitress' attention and reordered our drinks.

While I was working on my third drink I started laughing at something House said dryly, making him raise an eyebrow.

"You a lightweight, Cameron?"

I grinned at him. "Not really. Just glad to be out."

He actually smiled back then I noticed his eyes flick over my shoulder and he stiffened as someone walked up.

"Well, well."

I groaned as I recognized Chase's voice for the second time in two nights.

"Isn't this cozy, Allison," he continued. "Weren't you just blasting me out for this exact situation?"

I looked up at him with a glare. "You're stooping to a new low now, Chase. You shouldn't stalk your exes."

His eyes flashed angrily. "And you shouldn't sleep with your boss."

"Cameron!" House jumped in mockingly. "You're sleeping with your boss?"

"According to someone who's not even in my life anymore," I commented.

"I couldn't compete with him anymore," Chase said bitterly. "I wanted to warn the other guy before he got in deep like me."

I was getting mad. "Just go away, Chase. Leave me alone."

"I can't do that, Cameron. I still care."

"I don't, Chase! And, trust me, the sex is much better now than you ever were!" The last part slipped out quite loudly from my mouth.

Chase turned bright red and shifted towards me. House's cane came up, stopping his progress. Chase looked down then back at me. "I hope you get everything you deserve," he growled before stalking away.

House just rolled his eyes and snorted. "That the best he could do?"

I felt people's eyes looking at us. "I think I've had enough fun for tonight."

House surprised me by not letting me pay, claiming it was all on Wilson's tab anyway. Then we walked back to the hospital parking lot.

"I hope Wilson's ok," I commented.

"He's fine," House told me. "He's just putting his own panties in a wad."

"He could have a patient in trouble," I reminded him.

"Who cares? It's nobody you know."

I rolled my eyes. "It's called empathy towards your fellow man."

"It's called pathetically caring for people who could give a crap less about you."

We had made it to my car by then. I leaned against my door and crossed my arms. "Even if you don't give a 'crap less' about anyone people do care."

House rolled his eyes. "So typical, Cameron. Why do you always need proof that people like you?"

"How did this conversation turn from me caring about a patient because that's my job to you being an ass and trying to hurt my feelings?"

"I'm not here to make you feel good about yourself," he told me, stepping closer as another person walked to their car next to mine.

This time I rolled my eyes. "I wouldn't dream of asking that of you," I told him, sarcastically. "Or anything for that matter, House."

He was nonplussed. "Oh, you can ask, Cameron."

"What's the point when you'll just have the pleasure of saying no?"

"You never know, Cam. I might surprise you." He leaned in to put his face to my level.

My over-alcoholed mind kicked into overdrive and I reacted by moving closer myself.

Our lips met and I registered his warm soft mouth molding to mine before we guiltily jumped apart at the sound of our names.

Wilson appeared and I was happy the darkness of the night covered the hot blush of my face. "Are we done already?" he asked, oblivious to what he interrupted.

"I'm tired," I told him. "House walked me back."

Wilson turned to House. "Are we still on?"

House glanced at me for a split second then to his friend. "Yeah. Let's go."

Wilson smiled at me. "Be careful, Cam."

House didn't say anything as they walked their way back to Sullivan's.