"Now that I've seen what you moonlight as on the weekends, I am going to make it a permanent stipulation in your contract that you have to dress as your busty counterpart at least once a week," came the familiar sarcastic tone from behind her. He had no idea why the hell he was here, But Greg House couldn't miss a party. Not if it meant a chance to annoy a whole house full of people.
When he'd seen the mysterious invitation waiting on his counter in the apartment and saw who was supposed to be throwing it, he really couldn't resist showing up in a plastic Iron Man mask he'd bought off the shelf in the kids' department. "Figures you'd show up here. Going to fix that cripple since you couldn't fix me? Another charity case?"