"Lisa....Love...please control that thing." Hugh groans.
"Control what thing?" Confusion distorts her features
"Your bum...you wiggled your bum."
"I did not wiggle my 'bum'." She imitates his accent.
"You did so!"
"I did not! There was no bum wiggling."
"There was so...Greg, we need to watch the playback."
He chuckles, shaking his head at the duo. "Come on over." He pulls up the last take and the three watch the playback.
"See! I told you...you wiggled your bum!"
"I...um...well, it wasn't intentional!" She laughs, blushing faintly. "I guess we should do another take?"
"Oh hell, no...we're keeping that." Greg laughs. "Your fan girls on twitter eat this shit up."
"Fine fine..." She goes back into 'Cuddy's office', Hugh following her.
"I'm serious though, Lise...you're a cruel cruel woman."
"I am not cruel...besides...you have to look at my 'bum' all the time. So...blame it on the writers...they're the ones being cruel to you."
"True...but at least when I see it in the script, I can mentally prepare myself...and little Hugh...for Marge."
"Marge?"
"Your bum, Darling."
Laughter erupts from her petite frame. "You named my culo 'Marge'? What the hell, Hugh?"
He grins back, loving the sound. "Well...your um..well...your...um..those..." he points "..they are Patty and Selma...Marge is the other sister right?"
"Yes...and they're *breasts*, Hugh...my breasts. Come now...you can say it. Will it help if te say it in House's accent?" She teases.
"Yeah yeah...whatever your...breasts."
"They're always smoking." Lisa smirks.
"True...but...Marge doesn't smoke though..your...Marge does so...I guess that doesn't work."
"Aw...you think I have a smoking ass. That's sweet, Hugh."
"Yeah yeah...keep Marge under control, my cheeky little monkey."
The smirk that graces her face indicates trouble. "I'll do my best, Hugh. But...I think it has a mind of its own, so I can't make any promises. And if te think Marge looks good in this skirt...just wait until te see the 80's getup they have for me."
"Bloody Hell...you shall be the death of me." He chuckles and gives Marge a playful slap. "Get moving, Love. We have a party to attend."
End? May write more. I don't know.
