#week*

A medical convention happens later, and they plan to debate each other there, but since its a last-minute call, the only free panel is at the end of the week long convention. House packs his good, and only, suit; no, he doesn't wanna look good in front of Dr Wilson. He just,, needs to be professional.

When Wilson is getting out of his hotel room to go see some panels, he's stopped by three young doctors, assumes they're here to ask him questions, but no. Apparently, they're Dr Houses fellows and want him to play a prank on House, and how can he refuse?

They want Wilson to meet him at the bar and act all friendly, then reveal his name as he's leaving. Wilson agrees immediately. What's the harm in making his opponent confused?

As Wilson approaches Dr. House in the bar, he's a little scared, but a couple of drinks will send his anxiety away. He orders a drink, and it already seems that House is a couple drinks in any way. Oh, this will be easy.

"Hey, you're doctor House, aren't you?" Wilson said as he sat in the stool next to House

"One and only, and which med student are you?"

"I'm- what," he can't be serious, "I don't look That young do I?"

"it's compliment, sweetheart." slurred House

"Oh sweetheart already? aren't you moving a little too fast? " Wilson teased as he got closer to House.

"No ring on my finger, I can do whatever I want." God he was even more obnoxious in real life, Wilson needed to shut him up.

"well I'm recently divorced for sleeping with my nurses, so I'm," Wilson struggled to get the word out without making it seem he was free to House to take, like that would really be a downside, "avaliable."

"Available, are we now?" House grinned, he got closer to Wilson, intoxicated breaths mixing with each other.

Wilson should really move his head back, but he moves forward to whisper into Houses' ear a sultry affirmation.

House grabs his hips and leads them into his room.

None of Houses papers showed this side of him. The papers can't capture his blue eyes, his dimples, his stubble, his greying hair. Wilson needs a taste of House all night. He can't tell him he's his Dr. Wilson of the great oncology research papers. He'll be kicked out of the room without even getting a taste of the handsome cripple behind the paper.

Wilson will use the excuse of alcohol in the morning, but he barely touched his drink. House, on the other hand, was a tall drink he drank all night.