-1Chapter Two - Drink and Be Merry

Since the weather was so poor, the bar wasn't all that crowded. There was a live band which were very, very good. They played top 40 mixed with the more popular songs from the 60's and 70's. The pool tables were set in the corner, away from the band but they were still visible from the tables.

House had given the waitress a $20 tip to keep the drinks coming, which she obliged, happily. When they first started playing pool all four doctors were quite skilled at it. It was the boys verses the girls, and the girls were losing poorly, two games to none.

After they'd all finished two drinks, the girls were becoming desperate so they concocted a sure-to-work strategy to victory. Cuddy stood in the corner and slowly took off her jacket, never talking her eyes off of House, slowly taking off the jacket revealing a low cut tank top. He watched her every move with his eyes bugging out when he saw her cleavage.

He then glanced at Cameron, who had been wearing a low cut, sexy blouse, tight around the breasts. She pushed her shoulders back, pushing her breasts out for all to see. House smiled at her pleasantly when he went to take his shot.

Cuddy determined which pocket House was aiming the solid ball at, stood by it and bent over, letting her breasts spill out of its confinement as much as possible without them falling completely out. The three men playing pool next to them were also watching.

"Hey! They are for my eyes only, dudes!" House shouted at them.

House then brought his arm back for the shot, and when he saw her fun bags he lost all concentration. He hit the cue ball on the right side, sending it straight into the center pocket.

"Ha!" Cuddy exclaimed as she hi-fived Cameron.

Cuddy went to make her shot at the striped ball to the center pocket. Suddenly, House came up with an idea: he walked to the pocket, stood on his tip toes and pressed his hips against the table as much as he could, making sure his 'sausage' was clearly visible against the shot. Cuddy looked up at him and took the shot, unfazed. It went straight into the pocket. House cursed and Wilson laughed at his unsuccessful tactic.

A few drinks later the inhibitions disappeared a bit with all four and Cuddy and Cameron began to lose their advantage over the guys. Wilson and Cuddy grew tired of playing so they stood at the bar against the wall talking while House and Cameron battled it out.

Cuddy was laughing, throwing her head back, letting her hair cascade further down her back, and Wilson's shoulder was slowly beginning to press against hers, but Cuddy never pulled away. House was watching them every second, practically giving no attention to Cameron, and she noticed it. She hated it.

The band was playing 'Brick House' when House took his shot and Cameron stood at the pocket he was aiming for. She gave him a sexy, almost strip tease to get the attention she so wanted. And it didn't go unnoticed.

House made the shot, but overshot, too hard, sending it flying toward Cameron. She didn't have time to react and the ball hit her in the chest, right below the collar bone, and settled in between her cleavage. She looked down then back up at House and smiled seductively.

"I defy you to come and get it!" she dared.

House smiled wickedly and walked toward her. She stood up straight and pushed out her breasts again. He reached into her blouse, as slow as he could to cop as much of a feel as he could, and just as slowly removed the ball from her blouse, all the while never taking his eyes off of hers.

"Wu, hoo, House! You go, boy!" Wilson said, a little too loud and his words a little slurred.

"Wilson, come on, dance with me," Cuddy asked, coyly.

"Uh, I'm not much of a dancer."

"Yeah, white men can't dance," House teased.

Cuddy grabbed Wilson's hand and led him to the dance floor right before the end of 'Brick House.' They took only a few steps when the song ended, leaving them standing awkwardly on the dance floor. The bassist started to sing Commodore's 'Just to be Close To You.' Wilson smiled nervously and spread his arms out for Cuddy to come to him. She took his right hand, put her left hand on his hip and pressed as close to him as she could. Wilson wrapped his right arm around her waist and held her tight. She put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, taking in the scent of his cologne, but more for stopping her head from spinning from her buzz. One would think Cuddy would be taller than Wilson, but she had her sneakers on and they were the same height. And they fit perfectly.

Up by the pool table, Cameron begged House to dance but he flatly refused.

"There's no way you're going to get me on that dance floor. White men can't dance, and neither can cripples."

"What? You afraid you'll trip? Don't worry, I'm stronger than you think I am," she said demurely.

"No, no way. I am no where drunk enough to dance on out there," he said, nervously shuffling his feet.

"Fine. I'll go dance with Wilson and Cuddy," she said, walking away and purposefully swayed her hips more than she had to.

House walked down to the edge of the dance floor as he watched Cameron approach Wilson and Cuddy. Wilson was facing Cameron's direction as she walked up to them, stepped behind him and put her hands around his waist. She whispered something into his ear and Wilson laughed then nodded his head, agreeing with whatever she said.

It killed House seeing the woman he would kill to be with dancing with his best friend. He'd had enough and couldn't take it anymore. He walked to the three, pressed himself against Cameron's back and pulled her away from Wilson.

"Nu-uh, you're mine," he said forcefully but with a sly grin.

Wilson and Cuddy stopped dancing for just a split second and watched the two as they stepped away from them.

Cameron turned around and faced House with a smile that matched his. She held onto him as if he would leave her forever.

"It's about time," she whispered.

"What did you say to Wilson when you first joined them?"

"I said I'd bet him $20 you'd be here within the next five minutes," she told him, running her hands over his hips.

"How long did it take me to get here?" House asked sweetly, looking down into Cameron's face, outlining the shape of her lips with his eyes – the same lips that felt so good against his just weeks earlier.

"Let's just say he owes me twenty bucks," she said seductively.

House never broke his stare looking at Cameron. Thoughts of their kiss was etched on his mind, filed away in his memory under 'Things to think about before going to bed – sweet dreams' and 'What not to think about before going to bed – wet dreams.'

House's heart beat hard within his chest, and Cameron felt it against her own heavy heartbeat. It was just House and Cameron on the dance floor, no one else, in their own little world.

Just the way they liked it.