My Day Off (Semi-Open RP)

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((This is mainly for House and Wilson; however if your char might be out by the lake, feel free to stick them in! XD))

There was precious little to do around the castle that didn't include a phallic symbol piece of wood or turning mice into teacups. That was the lesson Carla was quickly learning. Still, she had a bottle of suntan lotion, a stack of People magazines, and a whole day off. Bullying the house-elves into making her a margarita and bringing it to her while she sunbathed on a huge blanket out by the lake was just perks. Dressed weather-appropriate in shorts and a tank top, she lowered her sunglasses, stretched out on her stomach, and idly turned pages.

Because reading about Tomkat and LiLo's latest drug conviction? So much better than actually thinking about her soap opera like love life. Or letting her mind wander to Perry. Nope, Carla was more than determined to bask out in the sun and enjoy not thinking for a little while.

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House looked like he wanted to vomit as soon as Cox was brought into the conversation. He grimaced heavily - of course being likened to that asshole wouldn't be a compliment - and simply smirked at Carla's guess. "The vowels are going to cost you the willful surrender of my bag of Doritos."

He glanced over at Wilson, who seemed to be having some severe facial twitching at the mention of the Cox. Oh, Wilson would know. He'd been the one that House had actually told. Good lord, he hoped Wilson and Cox were never in the same room.

"Ex-wife, as I like to think," House reminded Wilson, not embarrassed about the whole topic in the slightest. Some things were just easy to get over, and now it was just a constant source of amusement. As was the none-too-subtle flirting between Cox and Carla that House had picked up on through various mediums. "And I'll thank you not to remind me of that dark spot in my life. Even Cindy the hooker kissed better than that ranting, rubber-faced, gay-haired, angry ass. And she refused to kiss me."

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Wait.

Go back.

Reverse.

Jaw dropped and eyes fairly dancing in the amusement of a lifetime, Carla wordlessly surrendered the bag of chips. "You." Only single words seemed able to be spoken a the moment. "Dr. Cox." Yeah, the laughter was making it hard to breathe, too. "You and Dr. Cox?"

Head tipping forward to rest on her knees, Carla's shoulders shook with a hysterical bout of the giggles. Before the implications hit her. Suddenly she sat back up, eyes narrowing. "Wait. You and Dr. Cox got married?"

Oh, he'd changed, all right.

"That hijo de tu puta madre, yo mataria el!"

She was such an idiot.