Who: Gregory House and Allison Cameron What: Ranting and talking about money When: 23rd September, around 7pm Where: Cameron's flatshare Rating: PG 13 for slight language use
House flicked past the TV channels absentmindedly, bag of Cheetos half eaten on his lap. Laying on that couch and finally not having patients whining in his ear, or the kiddies following him around every goddamn hour of every day meant that House was bored out of his big brain but wanted it to stay that way. He loved sponging off of Cameron, with her new well paid job he was a man of leisure. House figured he was owed this much at least after all that he'd taught her back at the Princeton-Plainsboro. He laughed at the show he was watching, lounging around when he heard the key click and turn in the lock.
House didn't bother covering up or hiding away like some wuss. He didn't care what Cameron thought of him in his track pants and rocker shirt with cheese dust over him and the TV on British comedies. "Hey Cam, that you? We're out of Cheetos, Lucky Charms and Marshmallow fluff!"