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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 19:52:52 GMT -7
Angel walked into the lobby of the hospital, sunglasses covering her eyes. Her headache was a dull throb, having taken painkillers before she came into work. In her hand, she carried an extra large mocha latte. The caffeine would definitely be needed today if she wished to function properly after the night she had just had.
A smile crossed her lips at the memories of the night before swam through her mind. She wondered how the other members of last night's plans were coping. The noise around her made her cringe, she hated being hung over.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 20:10:21 GMT -7
Thankfully, not many people were in the lobby when Cuddy arrived at work. She did not relish the thought of seeing anyone from the previous nights...activities. Of course, who should be the first player in their charade she should see? Cuddy passed by Angel with hardly a second glance as she clocked in at the front desk. Once that was done, she turned to the cardiologist.
"Good morning, Doctor Fraser," she said, her professional tone giving nothing away to the people milling about. Even as she stood there hoping she wouldn't have to see anyone else, namely House, for most of the day, she knew it wasn't going to happen. She couldn't avoid it forever. If any of what had happened last night got out, Princeton-Plainsboro would lose its funding in a heartbeat. She just hoped everyone else who had been involved knew that.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 25, 2009 20:45:34 GMT -7
Wilson ambled into the lobby. He was a few minutes late, which was very unusual for him, and rather dissheveled in appearance. And, even more unusual than being late to work, he was wearing the same clothes that he had been wearing last night. Maybe they won't notice, he thought.
He wasn't surprised to see Angel and Cuddy together. Stifling a yawn, he walked over to them. He stuck his hands in his lab coat pockets and said, simply, "Cuddy. Angel." They were only missing one person, and then they'd be a happy family. Wilson thought that was going to be interesting.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 21:16:29 GMT -7
House popped a vicodin. He felt he needed it, even though he had drank several bottles of water earlier that morning and flushed most of the alcohol out. He was dressed scruffily as usual, wearing a t-shirt under a button down shirt that was only buttoned halfway up and a dark blazer over top wrinkled jeans and his usual converse all stars. Pocketing his orange pill container, he shifted his cane to his right hand and hitched his backpack up further.
He had only a dull ache, years of drinking experience sparing him the drumbeats and nausea. He wasn't exactly fresh as a daisy, but he had never been fresh as a daisy either. He hobbled in through the glass doors of the lobby, signing in at the front desk, earlier than he had ever been in his career. He mostly just wanted to catch Cuddy and Angel at the same time, confront them for their trick. He saw Wilson, and smirked when he realized Wilson had delayed Angel and Cuddy.
"Good morning, campers!" he said loudly as he approached, knowing that they probably were hung over much more than he was. "Lovely day, isn't it?"
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 25, 2009 21:50:06 GMT -7
Angel found herself looking at none other than Cuddy after having checked in for the day. "Morning Dr. Cuddy." Angel muttered, not completely sure whether she wanted to have any discussion of the previous night. "Did you have a pleasant evening?" She inquired politely, not bothering to remove her sunglasses.
She then watched Wilson walk in. This was turning into one heck of a morning. She nodded politely to Wilson and silently thought to herself all they needed now was for House to walk in on them.
As if on cue, House walked into the lobby as well. "Speak of the devil..." She muttered to herself, holding her head. She listened to him greet them, he seemed much perkier than she was feeling. She let out a cough and looked away, not wanting to look directly at him.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 25, 2009 21:59:09 GMT -7
"Wonderful, actually. And yourself?" Cuddy asked knowingly. Of course, Cuddy also hadn't been completely plastered the night before. She'd have to have more than just that small bottle of vodka to screw her up. As Wilson entered, Cuddy nodded, then smiled.
"Thanks," she mouthed, not needing to say anymore. Then, a miracle happened. House was actually early.
Completely unfazed by his loud greeting, only being a tad hungover after the airplane bottle of liquor. "Good morning, Doctor House," she returned, meeting his gaze, completely unafraid. "Yes. It is rather nice out, isn't it?" she continued, playing along with the small talk.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 25, 2009 22:06:44 GMT -7
Wilson caught Cuddy's mouthed words but all he could think was, Don't thank me yet, although things had turned out to go quite smoothly last night. All of Wilson's worries had been baseless.
He looked back over his shoulder when he heard House. He couldn't help but let a small grin spread across his face. "It's a gorgeous day. You seem awfully cheerful today, House," he commented.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 23:50:03 GMT -7
House nodded at the greetings he received, "Cuddy. Wilson." He smiled, "what's not to be cheerful about? My best friend set up Cuddy's revenge and I got great hello/goodbye sex out of it. Not to mention jealous sex, and lesbian sex, and angry sex." He smirked, jauntily. "I bow to the Mistress," he actually delivered a mock bow toward Cuddy, "for her excellent plan of revenge. I trust you feel better now?"
He used his cane to press the up button on the elevator. He hummed under his breath. He actually did feel happier than he had in a long time, and it wasn't due to drugs. It had been a long time coming, but his happiness was finally here.
He looked askance at Cuddy, and smirked, "why yes, Wilson did spill the beans. I know what you did last night. And again. And again."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 26, 2009 6:52:12 GMT -7
Angel used this opportunity to move towards the elevator, trying to escape from everything that was going on. Her dull headache was suddenly getting worse and she prayed that it wasn't the start of one of her migraines. She paled when House mentioned that Wilson had spilled the beans. Oh things were going so well her first week at the new hospital.
She then heard House approach where she was standing, using his cane to push the button. Great, she thought to herself, I really do not want to be stuck alone in the elevator with him, not right now... She looked around, hoping other people would fill the elevator and provide a much needed shield.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 26, 2009 15:30:28 GMT -7
Up until this moment, Cuddy had actually been feeling good about what she had done; pleased that she'd managed to one-up the one man no one could best. So content with the belief that he would never discover the reality of what had happened, her rare good mood was shattered as House spoke. A genuinely shocked expression crossed her face, her eyes widened considerably as he bowed before her. Even though she knew he had done it jokingly, it was his next words that twisted her mood into what it usually was.
"I did, actually," she shot back scathingly, letting her tone be the perfect indication that she no longer did 'feel better'. Wondering how the hell he had found out the truth, she found herself feeling a deep amount of regret for allowing herself to be talked into taking revenge in the first place. She should have known he'd figure it out eventually. She turned after him as he moved to the elevators. Just as she was about to ask how he knew, he told her everything she needed to know.
A hurt and betrayed look was turned to Wilson. "You TOLD him?" she asked incredulously. Another thing she should have known. They were friends; they told each other everything. Okay. Now she knew how House had known what happened. But how much did he remember? He had been pretty lit up the night before, so she couldn't be sure how much he actually knew. She'd have to ask him...if she could bear to face him again.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 26, 2009 16:59:19 GMT -7
Wilson followed the happy troopers over to the elevators. He glanced over at House as he spilled everything. Maybe Wilson should've waited until today to tell him everything. That way he could have gotten House all by himself and absented himself from having to be there when he told the two ladies.
He looked over at Cuddy when she questioned him. "Yes, Cuddy, I told him everything. Friends don't keep secrets from each other." He added, "Besides, he would've found out eventually." That was maybe true or maybe not.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 26, 2009 17:45:55 GMT -7
"Don't be too mad at Wilson," House smirked, "after all, I knew something was fishy when I couldn't manipulate my environment. Else there would have been a fireman's pole for you two to gyrate on."
The elevator doors opened, revealing an empty elevator car. House stuck up his cane to prevent Angel from getting on. He hobbled in. "Speaking of friends... Wilson, you coming?" He looked at Angel, "I'm sure you can use the stairs. Isn't exercise more healthy for your heart? I have an excuse; I'm a cripple."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 26, 2009 18:00:35 GMT -7
Angel stood there, silent, listening to House speak. Her hang over headache was starting to get worse and worse, making her realize she was probably going to be stuck with a migraine most of the day. Great, she thought to herself, what else could possibly go wrong?
That's when House stuck his cane out infront of her, blocking her entrance to the elevator. She shot him a look that could singe the hair off his neither regions, letting out a low mutter of profanities. She with held the urge to dump her coffee on his head, knowing that she'd need her caffeine too much to get through the morning. Straightening her shoulders, she looked at both of them. "Yes, stairs... At least I won't have to deal with you." She stated blandly. With that, she turned on her heels and marched towards the stairs, her mood already fowl.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 26, 2009 18:35:29 GMT -7
Now that was the last straw. "So, you knew from the beginning that you weren't fantasizing, or hallucinating?" Somehow, part of her found that very easy to believe. As that possibility struck her, she flushed, feeling suddenly nauseous. If he had known, and hadn't said anything, then that meant....Oh god... She had made out with Angel, explicitly, for the sole purpose of making him suffer. He didn't very much look like he was suffering. That meant that she'd engaged in serious girl-on-girl for nothing. She glared at Wilson.
"I've changed my mind.....five thousand." She knew he knew what she meant, and was sure he'd understand her change of heart. Turning her glare on House, she muttered three very simple words that conveyed her true feelings at that particular moment in time. She knew she was only saying them out of hurt and that she'd regret saying them later, but if what had happened last night hadn't done anything to him, she was positive that those words would.
"I hate you." Turning away quickly so that neither would see her pain, she strode to the double glass doors leading to the clinic, glancing back only once before entering to see the elevator door sliding shut.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 26, 2009 20:29:07 GMT -7
Wilson followed House into the elevator. He wasn't surprised by Cuddy's new demand. Five thousand dollars was a small price to pay for doing what he thought he had to to keep his and House's relationship going. "I'll stop by and give you the money later today," he said, professionaly and knowing that any friendship he and Cuddy had had just gone down the drains.
Wilson glanced at House as she said those three words. They had to hurt. And as soon as Cuddy was walking away, he looked over at House. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
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