Alright, I know nothing about poker, so don't judge. Also, please please give me some ideas for shinnanigins they can get into. The funniest ideas are yours! Also, about Cameron's vest and jacket: has anyone else noticed that she wears that white, three peice suit a lot?

They had been trapped in the doctor's lounge for 25 minutes, and if anybody came in, they would probably die of shock. The doctors had only been playing poker for ten minutes, but in that time, House had managed to lose his shirt and was only wearing Cameron's shimmery aqua bra. Foreman was wearing Cameron's shirt as a hat because it was too small to fit around his head.

"The one day I decide not to wear my blazer and vest!" said Cameron said unhappily, readjusting Cuddy's scarf to conceal her boobs. Unfortunately for her, the scarf was gauzy and transparent. That was a fact that was not lost on Chase, whose eyes were bugging out. He was sitting on the ground in an awkward position, trying not to reveal his special place, which was lamely covered by House's shirt-turned-manskirt.

"Alright, six in the pot!" House said, rubbing his hands together, "Cuddy! Six to call." Cuddy put her hands inside her shirt, and House nearly had to put his fist in his mouth to stop from screaming. Cuddy had pulled out a black lacy bra with the washing tag still on: 36DD.

Cuddy smiled slyly. "My bra is worth ten."

"Per cup. I think Noah used that as the Ark." House said, oogling at Cuddy's thin, low cut cotton shirt stretched across her upper chest.

"Well then. Four to call?" Cameron said, "Crap. This means I have to give up my underpants…"

"I think I'm gonna join in the game then," Wilson said, noticing that Cameron was wearing a tight pencil skirt and no pantyhose.

"Oh, wait! I can check! I was the big blind!" she said triumphantly.

"Nevermind," said Wilson dejectedly.

They went around one more time, and it was time to show. Forman had three nines and two sevens, a hand better than everyone else's. "Let's see…" he said. He put on Cuddy's bra and used Chase's pants as a jacket. "Okay, deal another round."

"Wait!" Cuddy said. "You have to put the underwear on, too."

"Ew," Foreman said. "Do I have too?"

"Those are the rules," Wilson chimed in.

"Shut up. You're not even playing," Foreman said angrily. Wilson went back to watching Ugly Betty. "You can't be serious."

"Wilson's right. Those are the rules," House taunted.

"You know, I find this a little bit offensive. My underwear is perfectly clean!" Chase said.

"Um, ew, dude. They're tighty-whities!" Foreman said. Chase felt heat rising to his cheeks. He usually wore boxers, but he had thought that today he might try out his new tighty-wighties. He had no way of knowing where they would end up. At least no one had noticed the rocket ship on them—

"Oh my god! They have a rocket ship on them!" Chase heard Wilson's voice shout. Chase reddened from head to toe. House and Foreman burst out laughing.

"Aww, I think it's cute!" said Cuddy in Chase's defense. Chase was already the butt of so many jokes.

"It is! And it's sexy," added Cameron, "Only real men aren't afraid of wearing whatever underwear they like." Chase felt a rush of gratitude for both women, but especially for Cameron.

"Fine," Foreman said reluctantly. He took Cameron's shirt off of his head and replaced it with Chase's underpants. He shuddered, and used Cameron's shirt as an ankle bracelet.

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A couple minutes later, everyone was yelling at House to take off his pants. "You have to!" Cuddy said. "That's how you play!"

"But then I'll look like a fool!" House argued back.

"Oh, that would make you look stupid," Cuddy said sarcastically. "Look at you! You're wearing a bra."

"Fine. Because I know just how much you want me too." House inched his pants off, and Cuddy gasped at his right leg. It looked terrible. She could not even begin to imagine the agony he was going through. House noticed that Cuddy looked horrified, and tried to shift position to conceal his thigh. The entire room had gone quiet with a tense silence between everyone. It seemed to House that they were sitting like that for hours. Was that shame in Cuddy's eyes that he saw? Guilt? Pity? Cameron bit her lip and looked down at her thumbs. Chase was studying Cuddy's face, and Wilson was frozen, holding his fourth cup of decaf in his hand, looking back and forth from Cuddy to House. Only Foreman didn't seem to notice what was going on.

"Well!" Foreman said jollily, breaking the silence. He pulled off his pants and both his socks and dumped them in the middle. "Raised two." No one, however, was paying attention to him. House had slowly pulled himself up using his cane, and Cuddy was standing up, too.

"What is it you see Cuddy? What?" House said menacingly. "Maybe a little mole? A birthmark, perhaps?" Cuddy shook her head, looking frightened. "A scrape? Just a little pinprick?" House shouted, and swallowed some Vicodin. "WHAT DO YOU SEE?" Cuddy shrank under House's malignant stare, but did not say anything. "NOTHING! That's what you see! Absolutely nothing! Why? Because I've suffered intolerable pain that would kill you, Cuddy, and they chopped a muscle off my leg! I can't walk. I can't run. Can't do anything without this FUCKING CANE! I am in pain, Cuddy. Pain that you can't even imagine. And it was all because of a stupid MISTAKE! My life is ruined because of it! And what? You get mad at me for the stupid Vicodin?" House's face was red, and everyone in the room was looking at him with a mixture of fear and awe.

Gently, Cuddy said, "Everyone makes mistakes, House. Maybe not you, you're perfect, but sometimes, you have to deal with them. At least you lived. Really, everyone does make mistakes."

"Thank you!" said Chase, flashing back to the time he killed the woman with the ulcer.

"WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO LIVE?" House screamed. Cuddy was about to say something, until she actually saw what she saw: A 6'2'' man, brandishing a cane, wearing a turquoise bra, boxers, tube socks, and nothing else. She suddenly started giggling. Soon, House joined in and their laughter turned into full-blown, phlegm-ridden hysteria. Cameron, Chase, and Foreman, looked at each other confusedly, and got up to join Wilson by the coffee maker. They all grabbed a cup of coffee and watched House and Cuddy with amusement, until Chase looked at the window and squinted.

"What's that…?" he said, pointing to a flashing black box. "Oh my god," he said, eyes wide. "That's a camera."