Who: Greg House, Allison Cameron, Cameron's roommates What: Eating chinese and vegging out When: Late night Where: Cameron's flat complex, Aquilo suite 103 Rating: PG
House lounged on the sofa, completely taking up the entire thing. At least he'd got some food inside his stomach and the Vicodin he'd had was taking effect finally but still House needed answers, logical reasonable answers, not some bull crap hocus pocus that Cameron had been coming out with. There was always a reasonable explaination for things, and God was just not reasonable. Besides, House didn't believe in God so this would be hell not heaven like it seemed. The chinese food was too good for that.
The money Cameron had got to pay for the food was all that she had, though House wasn't sure if they had bank accounts in this place, "Maybe we're in some big mouse maze and there's a piece of cheese at the center of it. A door shaped piece of cheese, I should think and anyway. You notice how everybody here seems to be just accepting this? Not fighting, not demanding answers as to why they're suddenly in a teen drama set in Wisconsin. God hates melodramas for pubescent girls, thirty somethings playing sixteen year olds. I'm a purist. If a character is meant to be sixteen, then cast a goddamn sixteen year old. It's purely healthy if I get to lust after her then, at least she's not old."