"You are the only person I know who always sounds as if he's lying, but who always tells the truth. No one ever believes you, but…"
House looked over as the sudden pause came, and smiled at the sight of a very drunk Wilson, snoring on his side of the bed. He folded the covers over them both, and went to sleep, and idea floating around in his head.
"Oh God, why did I let you get me drunk on a work night?" Wilson's voice was slightly muffled as he hunted through the wardrobe for a shirt.
"I did nothing," House objected, "You got drunk all on your own."
"Why is it that I think you are most amused by this? Don't answer. I'll give you a kiss later, when you don't have morning breath." Wilson grabbed his tie and rushed out the door.
It was moments like this, House reflected as he snuggled deeper under the covers, which made him glad he had no work ethic, and that everyone actually preferred him not coming to work on time.
"You're late." Cuddy stood before him looking disapproving. The exception to the rule.
"No, I'm not." He breezed past her, wincing and she grabbed his shoulder.
"Fine. I was in a deep relationship with my hand, a bottle of baby oil, and a rather imaginative image, and I don't want to ruin my love life just for my career."
Cuddy tried not to smile. "Double clinic duty this week."
House scowled, and wandered up to his office. That was cruel and unusual punishment!
Cameron looked up as he entered the office.
"What's wrong?" she asked. If any of the other ducklings had asked, it would be for a selfish reason, but she was actually that sweet, and that much fun to wind up. Wilson did say no one ever believed the truth…
"Wilson was too drunk to put out last night, so I'm feeling frustrated." House grinned at the look on the woman's face. Chase and Foreman were studiously ignoring their boss, but Cameron still hadn't worked out whether he was serious.
"Plus, I'm on double clinic duty for coming in late again."
House was fairly sure she let out a sigh of relief. This 'truth' thing was fun.