The walls of the house vibrated at the volume of the music, playing from the room-filled living room. Around fifteen college students, dance and grind in the middle of the room. Other are doing bier pong, of chugging from a keg. Lisa Cuddy on the other hand, was not doing any of those things. She’s sitting on half cution-less sofa. A still full bottle of bier in her hand, and a medical journal in the other.
“Liar.” House spoke from behind her.
“Excuse me?”
“You zei u wouldn’t be here tonight.”
“Your point is?”
“You lied.”
“Everybody does.”
“What are u doing? This is a party, not study hall.” He stated, nodding towards the medical journal.
“First off, I only came here because my friend wanted me to. Second, if this were study hall, I wouldn’t have a bier in my hand.”
He looks down at her left hand, lightly holding the bottle. He quickly grabs it from her.
“Not anymore.” House states, in between a few swigs. His hand holds onto the divan, bank as he hops over on the cution, beside Cuddy. She looks over at him, and rolls her eyes, then looks down, and continues to read.
“I was thinking.”
“Get to the point.” She spoke, still reading, and not looking at him.
“If you’d take your eyes off of that damn journal for a minute, then I’ll get to the point.”
She groaned in frustration, and finally looked at him.
“What, what have you’ve been thinking about?
“How does an undergrad get to be able to be in an Endocrinology class with students, way older than her?”
She froze.
“I was farther ahead than what I needed to be, so I asked to take a upper class.
He thought it over, it was plausible.
“Okay.”
She relaxed, even though she didn’t toon it.
A few minuten went door of her reading, and house throwing bottles of bier on the floor, to watch the glass shatter.
“Stop it!”
“What?”
”Throwing things, it’s not your home!”
“It’s a party, it’s going to get destroyed, anyways.
“That’s not the point. It’s disrespectful.
“How old are you, seriously?
The death glare came, and he quickly shut up.
“Do u go to Michigan?” A young man approached Cuddy.
House rolled his eyes at the guy’s conversation opener.
“Of course she goes to Michigan, moron. Everyone in this place goes there.
“Excuse him.” She turned her head to him, clenching her jaw as she spoke.
He nodded.
“So, what do u do?”
“Female stripper, she just loves those one dollar bills.”
House retorted, to the young man, yet again.
“I’m no-“
“I’d give u hundred dollar bills.”
The guy spoke, eyeing her up and down.
Her mouth dropped, as well as House’s, but soon his turned into clenching.
“That’s flattering. But, I’m not interested.”
“Yeah, not interested.” House repeated Cuddy’s words. She did the eye roll, soon after.
“If u change your mind, here’s my home pagina numb-“
“Dude, she’s not interested.”
House stated.
“586-6790.”
“Ok, thanks.” She smiled.
He nodded, and then walked off.
She looked over at House, annoyed.
“Pfft, men.” He spoke, rolling his eyes.
She just stared.