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"Before you even begin to think of saying no, you should know that even House is coming. If you can't come to a party even he has agreed to, well, I'm sorry to say, but you'd just be being pathetic."
Chase grins winningly as he leans across the table; pinching a medical journal from unsuspecting fingers so as to earn Cameron's full- if not slightly perturbed- attention.
"Fine, fine, I'd hate for you to think I was pathetic."
She widens her eyes dramatically, as if such a thing would be mortifying, before stretching out with admirable agility to flick the switch on the coffee machine from her current position.
"Good morning, oh, ye young and hopeless"
Chase looks up as House enters and offers him a slightly more generic greeting as Cameron merely raises her hand; attention now back on the journal.
"Do we have a patient?"
"We had a patient; looked promising, but then he all but gave us a list of the uppers he's on- which he failed to mention during his triage exam- Diagnosis; Moron. Foreman's running tests to confirm."
"Surprise, surprise; man's helping himself to a little extra curricula comfort and Miss Priss disapproves. Alert the newspapers!"
Cameron scowls at House- who pays her reaction no mind as he goes about locating his mug- before turning her icy gaze onto Chase, whose pink tongue is poking jovially through his teeth as he leans comfortably back in his chair and smirks at her.
"No, Cameron just doesn't like wasting her time..."
"You shouldn't talk about yourself in the third person; symptom of an ego much larger than Miss Priss could ever hope to cope with."
"Stop calling me that!"
"Stop calling me that!"
House mimics in high falsetto, his fruitless search becoming aggressive.
"Where the hell is my mug!? Why isn't it in the sink where I left it?"
"It's in the cupboard with all the clean mugs because I washed it. Just like it was yesterday, and every day before that..."
He grunts irritably- retrieving it along with two others- and goes about making coffee; bringing the finished product over to the table and sliding the two smaller mugs towards his employees.
"Ugh, what the hell is this?"
Chase wrinkles his nose distastefully at the decidedly sludgy black liquid, sniffing it warily.
"Blame Cameron, it's supposed to be her job."
The young doctor opens her mouth to protest, but House cuts her off efficiently; tiring of this particular subject of bickering.
"So what were you ladies gossiping about before I came in?"
Chase rolls his eyes, taking a sip of coffee before wincing and shoving it abruptly out of reach with a distrustful glance.
"I was telling Cameron she'd be eternally pathetic if she didn't come to the party this weekend."
"Sorry, Cameron, but you can't say he didn't warn you."
"Hey, I'm coming! I'm not quite as lame as you guys make me out to be..."
Twin pairs of blue eyes twinkle at her mockingly.
"Ok, ok, so saying I'm not lame is pretty lame, but still- I'm going. Happy?"
"We're not unhappy"
"You're an ass, House... Actually, it sounds kind of fun."
"It will be; it's a costume party."
Chase wiggles his eyebrows at her suggestively and yelps as a small, sneakered foot makes sharp contact with his shin beneath the table.
"I know, I heard you telling Foreman."
"Good, you'll be using your lunch break to find an outfit then? You know Victoria's Secret has an online store, right?"
"Shut up, Chase."
She rolls her eyes at him, cheeks pinking slightly. House grins from his seat next to Cameron's at his young doctor's expense, before intensifying his gaze on her and assessing her intently. Cameron pointedly ignores him, instead raising an eyebrow at Chase in question.
"So what are you going as then?"
"Ah, I can't tell you that- it'll ruin the surprise!"
"What surprise?"
Foreman strolls in and takes a seat next to Chase; absently-midedly handing over a slim folder to House which confirms their momentary patient free from the need of a diagnosis.
"She wants to know what I'm going to the party as"
"Oh yeah? What are you coming as?"
Chase grins smugly, miming the act of pulling a zip closed across his lips. Foreman grunts disinterestedly as Cameron huffs in exasperation.
"Oh come on, tell us!"
"I will if you will."
"Fine... I'll probably go as-"
"-She'll go as a doctor"
House gets up and begins making his way to his office, turning back round to address the three younger members of his team still seated at the table.
"She'll go as a Doctor in a half-assed attempt to be witty, when in reality she just can't bear the thought of embarrassing herself or risking judgement. Don't look at me that way, Dr Cameron, you look adorable in your little pink scrubs; positively, cheek-pinchingly angelic. I'm sure you will look just as lovely nursing a white wine spritzer with a little cocktail stick. Halloween is wasted on the innocent."