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When House came to them with the idea to crash the ‘ladies night’ that Cuddy, Cameron and Thirteen were planning, the men at Princeton Plainsboro were all for it. But when they ended up standing in a bar in full drag they couldn’t help but wonder how they managed to let House convince them to do this.
In all honesty it didn’t take as long as they would admit to, the idea seemed funny after a couple of drinks, but once they were standing there with hundreds of sets of eyes on them they soon felt self conscious.
”This was such a dumb idea,” Foreman commented as he played with the wig on his head.
”I dunno,” Chase replied, “I think I make a hot woman.”
”Oh no, we’ve awakened something in Chase,”Kutner said. Causing the others to snicker.
”Well we’re here now boys,” House told them, “let’s go ruin ladies night.”
they walked over to the table that held Cuddy, Cameron and Thirteen and the three women just stared at them with their jaws open.
”What the fuck,” Thirteen managed to get out.
”That pretty much sums up what I was thinking,” Cuddy added and Cameron just continued to stare.
”We’re here for ladies night,” House said.
”Oh dear lord,” Cameron finally said, the six men pulled extra tables and chairs over to the women and sat down with them, causing the Cameron to sit with her head in her hands, Cuddy just looked at them in shock and Thirteen chuckled at their plan to disrupt the night.
”I think we might have to get a few drinks down us,” Wilson said, “I’m seriously fighting the urge to run for the hills.”
”I can’t believe you guys did this,” Cuddy replied, “why would you guys do this?”
”House found out about your ladies night and it all just escalated from there,” Taub explained, taking a shot from the tray that was just brought over to them.
”we’re going to need quite a few more of these,” House told the bartender as they all took a shot.
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They knew the night was getting messy when the six men ended up on the stage in their drag outfits doing a shockingly poor rendition of the cell block tango from Chicago. The three ladies cheered drunkenly while simultaneously laughing their asses off as the men performed, and when they were done they were met with applause from the whole room despite their performance being appalling. The men all bowed before rushing off the stage and back to the drinks that were waiting for them.
They drank some more and laughed the rest of the night away, until it was time to leave and House had to practically carry Wilson home. The two men stumbled through the door, giggling like children as they tripped over their own feet.
”Shhhhhh,” Wilson whispered from where he was now laying on the floor, “we’re going to wake up your neighbours.”
”Fuck ‘em,” House replied, laughing from the spot next to him, he turned and faced his partner, “You know you make such a pretty woman, you’ve really got the eyes for it,” Wilson turned to face him as well.
”And you’ve really got the beard for it,” he said causing the two to burst into laughter again.
”How did we plot to ruin ladies night and end up turning it into a fun night out?” House asked.
”Alcohol,” Wilson stated.
”Ah yes, of course,” he sighed laying on his back. Wilson laid down with his head on House’s chest and wrapped an arm around his waist.
”You make a comfy pillow,” he commented and he could feel House’s chest vibrate as he chuckled.
”Thanks,” he said back, “although I don’t think we’d appreciate it in the morning if we fell asleep here.”
”Who cares?” Wilson asked sleepily, holding him tighter.
”Good point,” House said, wrapping an arm over Wilson’s shoulders, “God I love ladies night.”