"Alright, you ready?" House asked Wilson, facing him as they both sat next to each other on the couch.

Wilson was taking a swig of his beer, and when he drew the bottle away and set it on the coffee table with a thump he took a deep breath and then nodded. "Yes," he replied assertively. "I'm ready."

House nodded back to him. "Okay, good." He lifted his hand and balled it into a fist in front of him, watching Wilson doing the same while Wilson rolled up his sleeve to his elbow. "Right."

"Right," Wilson echoed determinedly.


Wilson nodded again with a determined sigh, lips pressed together into an equally determined line and he quickly flexed his fingers before curling his hand back into a fist. "Okay."

House drew in a deep breath and then began to count. "One, two, three," he began, pumping his fist up and down in front of him. Wilson copied in time with him. "Scissors, paper… rock!"

House instantly stuck out two fingers to indicate scissors, while Wilson kept his hand bunched into a fist.

"A-HA!" Wilson exclaimed in glee. "I win!"

House scowled at him, fingers still poised as scissors. "I was going to choose rock," he remarked in a surly voice.

Wilson's eyes were wide with excitement, a triumphant grin on his face. "I win!" he exclaimed again as he began to pluck the buttons on his shirt undone. "It's my turn to be the top!"