A/N: I'm glad everyone is enjoying this one. I'm aiming for humour more than accuracy, so I hope you continue to like!!

"House?" Cameron knocked tentatively at the door, which was propped open by the deadbolt.

"Yeah!" Was the reply, causing her to push open the door and enter the room.

"You're wearing jeans to the reception?" Thirteen asked him incredulously. House was sitting comfortably on his bed watching something on TV and evidently taking full advantage of the mini bar.

"No" he replied back just as incredulously, "I'm not going to the reception."

Cameron groaned. "Seriously?" she asked in frustration.

House looked surprised. "It's not like its part of the conference, Cameron. Besides, I'm not exactly sociable, if you hadn't noticed."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "Fine. Whatever." She turned around and left the room.

"Your ass looks nice in those pants by the way!" House yelled after her.

Thirteen eyed the ass in question, getting more than a little distracted. She looked back up to House raising his eyebrows at her and decided to make a quick escape after Cameron. "At least this way we can avoid him for a few more hours and maybe actually enjoy the reception." She shrugged.

Cameron smiled in return. "Too true."

They made their way to the room where the reception was being held to discover that many people were already there, including only about four other women. Seeing this, Thirteen started by heading for the open bar, with Cameron in hot pursuit. They had barely sat down before being approached.

"Hi there." The tall blond guy addressed them, evidently being careful not to cut off options by speaking too specifically to either one. "I'm Jason McDonald."

Cameron picked up her champagne and took a sip. "Allison Cameron." She extended her hand, shaking his politely.

"Remy Hadley." Thirteen's interest was waning and she decided focusing on her wine was the best option.

"And you two are from…" another guy approached their seats, clapping Jason on the back.

"Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital." Thirteen looked up from her wineglass briefly. "Excuse us." She hopped off her stool and grabbed Cameron's arm, pulling her off into a corner of the room. "Ugh. It's like vultures." She whined. "Can we skip too?"

Cameron pondered for a minute. "Let's just take advantage of the free drinks for a bit and then find dinner, sans vultures."

Thirteen grinned. "Deal."

"Don't abandon me." Cameron warned.

Thirteen chuckled. "With that lot? As if." They made their way back to the bar.

Several glasses of champagne later, Cameron concluded she was on the verge of either severely insulting someone or embarrassing herself. She excused herself for a moment from the discussion and turned to address Thirteen, only to discover she had absented herself. Panicking slightly, Cameron looked around the room, locating Thirteen at the bar ordering another drink. "I'll be right back." She informed the group and bee-lined for her co-worker. "I'm a little drunk." She whispered to Thirteen, who smirked.

"That makes two of us and I think all of them." She gestured to the roomful of doctors. "Does this mean we can leave now?" she asked hopefully, starting on her drink.

Ally nodded. "I think we stayed long enough to be polite."

"Good." Thirteen polished off her drink and got down from her stool. "Let's go."

"I'll just say we're leaving." Cameron headed off in the direction of the group they'd been talking to, leaving Thirteen rolling her eyes at Cameron's need for politeness.

"So where are we going?" she asked as Cameron returned.

"Let's just ask the concierge for the name of a decent place near by." Cameron suggested.

"Sure. I have a hopeless sense of direction, so…" Thirteen trailed off.

Cameron chuckled. "We'll cab."

Cameron's phone rang as they walked into a cute little restaurant not far from the hotel. "Hello?" she questioned. "Hi, Chase." She rolled her eyes at Remy, who grinned in understanding. She'd forgotten about Chase. "Sorry, I decided to go swimming, and then there was the reception…" her voice was slightly slurred. She frowned slightly. "I'm at dinner with Dr. Hadley. We left House at the hotel." She listened for a moment. "Yes, Chase. I had drinks at the reception. Look, I've got to go, I'm being rude." she said as the waiter arrived to lead them to their table. "Yeah, okay. Bye." She hung up. "God, the man is so paranoid." She said by way of apology to Thirteen.

"Guys usually are." Thirteen commented, opening up her menu.

"Bottle of wine?" Cameron questioned.

Thirteen raised an eyebrow. "What time does the conference start?"

Cameron grinned. "9 am, but it's only 8 now."

"Then sure."

One thing led to another, and by the time Thirteen suggested they go find a bar or club, Cameron was really in no mood to argue. You could attend a conference hung over, right? Luckily they were already downtown, so they didn't have far to go. Arm in arm they wandered up the street, examining the line-ups for groups of people in their own age group. After a little while they found a fancier looking one where their suit pants wouldn't look out of place.

Cameron was pretty sure she hadn't taken shooters since med school, but she was also very sure she required them, even in her already drunken state, before getting onto a dance floor with Thirteen. Thus, after an adventure in alcohol guided by Thirteen's wide knowledge of shots, Allison Cameron was finally dragged, laughing, into dancing by a grinning brunette. "Tomorrow is going to be interesting!" she yelled.

"Painful would be my guess!" Thirteen yelled back, grabbing Cameron's hand and spinning her, causing Cameron to lose her balance and tip onto her. "You okay?" Thirteen laughed, as Cameron re-erected herself. Cameron gestured to her heels, her hand remaining on Thirteen's shoulder. Thirteen put a hand on her hip without thinking, and started moving Cameron with her to the music. Cameron made no objection, but instead started playing vaguely with Thirteen's hair as they danced.

It was Cameron, too, who murmured an invitation in her ear, smiling, as they sat at the bar taking more shots.

But it was Thirteen, afterwards, who reached up, tangling her hand in the blonde woman's hair as she pulled her down to kiss her gently. Cameron responded in kind, moving forward so she was between Thirteen's legs as the other woman sat on her barstool. "Shall we get a cab?" Thirteen questioned, taking Cameron's hand as she surfaced for air.

"I think we'd better." Cameron's eyes smiled down into hers. "Or I might do something that would get me into trouble."

They literally fell into the hotel room, laughing, in a tangle of bodies. "Oof." Thirteen untwined herself briefly to kick the door closed with her foot before returning to kissing Cameron passionately. Cameron wriggled away, leading Thirteen in a chase towards the bed as she divested herself of her shoes.

"I bet you'll like the bra I'm wearing." She murmured in the other woman's ear before getting pinned to the bed, laughing.

Thirteen woke to her phone ringing persistently the next morning. "'Lo?" she questioned sleepily. Cameron moved slightly beside her, and Thirteen put a gently hand on her back in warning.

"Late night?" The sarcastic voice was House's.

"Why?"

"There seemed to be a lot of giggling and crashing coming from your room last night." Thirteen blushed and stayed silent. "Anyway," House continued in an amused voice. "We have to be there in 45 minutes."

"Alright." Thirteen hung up the phone and curled back into bed beside her blond co-worker, setting her alarm for 15 minutes later. Half an hour would be plenty of time to get ready.

"Who was that?" Cameron murmured, turning to face her.

"My annoying boss." Thirteen responded, smiling.

"Hmm…" Cameron opened her eyes a little and groaned. "I need water." Thirteen chuckled and passed her a full glass from beside the bed. Cameron propped herself up on an elbow and chugged it quickly before lying back down and snuggling into Thirteen. She seemed completely unconcerned that she had woken up naked next to her female co-worker. Thirteen chose not to comment, but played with Cameron's hair quietly.

After a while she sighed. "We should shower."

Cameron opened an eye at this and smiled. "Together?"

A knock at the door caused Thirteen to abandon putting up her hair. "Yes, House?" she questioned, letting him into the room.

"You two totally went drinking without me." He whined.

"Maybe we would have invited you if you'd suffered through the reception with us." Thirteen commented, going back to pulling her wet hair up into a low bun. Cameron grinned from her bed, where she sat texting Chase good morning.

House snorted. "Whatever. Let's get this conference over with." He turned and limped back towards the hallway.

"I couldn't agree more." Cameron commented under her breath as she passed by the bathroom door, earning a soft laugh from Thirteen.