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"…and that is the end of the story." House finished up when Wilson walked into his home a little after 7:00. "Jimmy, like they say, better late than never. I just finished telling Julie that the rumors going around about you Dr. Robert Chase wasn't true. That you are 100 heterosexual…at least I think ."

"Thanks for you help Greg." Wilson said while shaking his head.

"Anytime Wilson, anytime. Well, I believe that it is time to go." House looked down at his imaginary watch. "Oh, I shouldn't keep the Misses waiting."

"Actually, I was thinking that maybe you would like to hit Moe's with me? After all, it is Thirsty Thursday." Wilson asked. He saw House start thinking of an explanation to get him out of it, but Wilson wasn't going to let him go home. Wilson's mentor in the oncology field retired today and they were all meeting at Moe's to celebrate. And Wilson especially wasn't going to let House chicken out when he knew that a certain female doctor was going to be there. "After all, you did save my marriage. I could at least buy you a beer."

House knew he was stuck. "Fine. But no hitting on me this time. The last time we went out, I just felt so cheap."

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House followed Wilson into the crowded bar. Within a minute, House's eyes adjusted to the light and he searched for Wilson. 'He always manages to get away from me.' House thought. But House found him, huddled in the corner with….Chase and Foreman! "Well if you brought me out here to celebrate my birthday, then you guys are about a month late." All three men looked up at House, who loomed over them. "But I tell you what; I will let you buy me the drinks tonight…Chase."

Chase looked up at House. "But I don't think…"

"You don't want me to think that you don't like me do you Chase? I might cry." House faked a sob.

"Fine, first round is on me." Chase conceded. A half an hour into the night, House was about to head home. God forbid that he had to spend five days a week with these people, now he had to spend time at the bar with them.

"Hey look, it is Cameron." Foreman pointed to the entrance when Cameron and mystery man walked in.

Cameron looked around at the bar, mystery man tailing behind her. She knew that Chase and Foreman were in the back, probably in a booth. Cameron grabbed a hold of mystery man's hand and slowly started to make her way through the crowd.

House watched Cameron make her way to the group. She was dressed in a black, laced tank top and jeans. Her hair was wavy and half of it was pulled back. Damn, she looked good. When she arrived at the booth, Foreman scooted over for her and her friend to join them in the rounded booth.

"Hi. Everyone, this is Nate. Nate this is Dr. Eric Foreman (Cameron pointed to her left), Dr. Robert Chase (who sat by Foreman), Dr. James Wilson (who sat by Chase), and my boss, Dr. Greg House." Cameron introduced.

"Hi. Nice to you all of you." Nate said and sat down by Cameron. Everyone muttered their 'hellos' except House. Wilson reached over and shoved two beers in front of them.

"So, Nate." House emphasized his name. "What do you do?"

"I am a philosophy professor at a university a few hours away from here." Nate received head nods from everyone, except House. House just sat and stared at him, while grilling him with questions. Nate picked up his drink and downed about half the glass. 'He is nervous,' Cameron thought.

"A few hours away huh? So what brings you here then?" House asked

"Well, um, Allie." Nate said and looked over at Cameron. House flinched at Nate calling Cameron Allie.

Cameron started to feel a little nervous herself. She lifted the glass and downed it like Nate had done a few seconds before. Wilson had noticed that if he didn't get House away from Nate, both Nate and Cameron were going to be unconscious in the next thirty minutes from all the alcohol.

"Greg, maybe we should go over and say 'Hello' to Dr. Waklen. It was his last day today." Wilson suggested.

"No, I think that Nate and I are getting to know each other. We are about to become blood brothers soon." House teased.

Wilson pushed on House's shoulders. The two made their way to Dr. Waklen.

"Wow, that was intense." Chase said after they left. Cameron looked over at Nate, he had gone through two beers in the last five minutes.

"Yeah, I think I need shots and lots of them if I am going to sit in the same booth with Mr. Twenty Questions." Nate waved the waitress over. "Yeah, I am going to need four shot glasses and a bottle of vodka." The waitress left and returned in seconds with the goodies. Nate filled all of the glasses up, "Drink up." Many shots later, Cameron was filling confident about herself and so was the rest of the gang, which was good because Wilson and House showed up at the booth about that time.

"Did we miss anything?" House asked and looked over at the four semi-drunk adults.

"Nooopppeee." Chased slurred. "We have just been drinkin'."

House looked across the table at Nate, he was trying to fill Cameron's shot glass but missed and sent the vodka spilling on her shirt.

"Oh no!" Cameron moaned.

"I am sorry Allie. I thought that…" Cameron covered his mouth with her hand.

"Yap, yap, yap. You sound like a poodle. Now get out so I can go to the restroom." Cameron demanded.

"Poodle? After calling me a 'poodle' do you really think I am going to let you out of this booth without apologizing to me?"

Cameron laughed. "Hell yeah you are going to let me out of this booth. You spilt vodka all over my shirt and now it smells like….vodka."

"Then just take off the shirt. It wouldn't be the first time you ran around a bar half naked." Nate added.

Cameron began to blush, but it quickly subsided. "And if I remember correctly, the last time I was shirtless in a bar it was because you and I were getting a little too friendly." Cameron finished her sentence in a seductive voice. She lifted herself up slightly and threw her right leg over his legs. Cameron sat there straddling him. She reached up and nipped at his ear. Nate closed his eyes and opened them when he felt her move. Before he knew it, she had weaseled her way out of the booth and was halfway to the restroom.

House had to force himself to blink after what he just witness. Did Dr. Allison Cameron just do what he saw?