She got up from her desk, jaw clenched again, and walked through the doors. As soon as she got through the first set of doors the hát began. Not the hát from a CD hoặc vinyl album, but…karaoke. Which meant that people were finally starting to get drunk enough to let their inhibitions go. This also meant that no one was going to care about what she had to…wait…was she hearing correctly? Was that House?
Cuddy came out of thought mode and moved through the một giây set of doors. It was…House was on stage, singing! He was with Wilson, who looked a little tipsy, Chase, who was drunk, and Foreman, who seemed to have a pretty good buzz! They all had their arms around each other and were hát “Somebody To Love”, with House hát lead. It was strange, but House didn’t look drunk at all.
*I shouldn’t be surprised, he could probably drink a Greek cá voi under the table!* she thought.
Cuddy stood just outside her doors, mouth slightly open, with a dazed and puzzled look on her face. As she watched them singing, she suddenly found herself in House’s gaze. His piercing blue eyes were most definitely focused on her as they sang, “Need somebody to love…fight, need somebody to love…fight.”
She didn’t know what to do, and just stayed frozen. After a few lines House averted his gaze away from her, not looking back again. As the song ended and the boys left the stage, she Chase and Foreman go off together, House was making a limp for the poker table, and Wilson was waving her over to the ‘bar’.
She usually didn’t drink much, if at all, but after what she had just experienced she figured that one shot of something strong would probably do her good. So she strode over to where Wilson stood with his glass.
“Cuddy! I didn’t think bạn were ever going to come out of there. bạn know, for being such an ass, House really does know how to throw a party!” đã đưa ý kiến Wilson.
“I’m sure he does, I’ll take a shot.” đã đưa ý kiến Cuddy, leaning on the counter top.
“A shot of what?” asked the scantily clad young woman behind the counter.
“I don’t know, something strong.” she said, looking back at Wilson and seeing the look on his face.
“What?” she asked.
“I’ve just never seen the party part of Cuddy.” đã đưa ý kiến Wilson, taking a sip from his glass.
“Not very many people have.” đã đưa ý kiến Cuddy, taking the glass the girl gave her and downing the liquid in a gulp.
Cuddy came out of thought mode and moved through the một giây set of doors. It was…House was on stage, singing! He was with Wilson, who looked a little tipsy, Chase, who was drunk, and Foreman, who seemed to have a pretty good buzz! They all had their arms around each other and were hát “Somebody To Love”, with House hát lead. It was strange, but House didn’t look drunk at all.
*I shouldn’t be surprised, he could probably drink a Greek cá voi under the table!* she thought.
Cuddy stood just outside her doors, mouth slightly open, with a dazed and puzzled look on her face. As she watched them singing, she suddenly found herself in House’s gaze. His piercing blue eyes were most definitely focused on her as they sang, “Need somebody to love…fight, need somebody to love…fight.”
She didn’t know what to do, and just stayed frozen. After a few lines House averted his gaze away from her, not looking back again. As the song ended and the boys left the stage, she Chase and Foreman go off together, House was making a limp for the poker table, and Wilson was waving her over to the ‘bar’.
She usually didn’t drink much, if at all, but after what she had just experienced she figured that one shot of something strong would probably do her good. So she strode over to where Wilson stood with his glass.
“Cuddy! I didn’t think bạn were ever going to come out of there. bạn know, for being such an ass, House really does know how to throw a party!” đã đưa ý kiến Wilson.
“I’m sure he does, I’ll take a shot.” đã đưa ý kiến Cuddy, leaning on the counter top.
“A shot of what?” asked the scantily clad young woman behind the counter.
“I don’t know, something strong.” she said, looking back at Wilson and seeing the look on his face.
“What?” she asked.
“I’ve just never seen the party part of Cuddy.” đã đưa ý kiến Wilson, taking a sip from his glass.
“Not very many people have.” đã đưa ý kiến Cuddy, taking the glass the girl gave her and downing the liquid in a gulp.
