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The bar, as all patrons learn sooner or later, has a twisted sense of humor, and thus, as depicted on a certain carton if ice cream, there is an ornately clad pirate-captain-doctor standing confusedly in the middle of the bar taking in her abrupt wardrobe change.

"Oh come on. Really?"

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Cuddy raises an eyebrow.

"Does it?"

Still smirking, she draws Cuddy against herself.

"That's why I'm asking you, Lis."

"Seems like you've made up your mind for the both of us."

The fact that she lets Thirteen draw her in is besides the point.

Chuckling, she squeezes her gently.

"And what makes you think that?"

"I think that sword, for one, is getting to your head."

She might sneak in a kiss.

The kiss is returned happily.

"Who knows, it might be compensating for something."

"That may be the idea."

She runs fingers down along Thirteen's vest, the opening in her shirt.

Outwardly, Cuddy's fingers have no effect on the younger doctor, but Cuddy can probably feel her breath hitch as she fingers move.

"I'm just full of bright ideas, aren't I?"

Cuddy smirks knowingly.

"Of course."

She chuckles softly looping her arms loosely around Cuddy's waist.

"I must say, though, that corset suits you."

Cuddy raises an eyebrow.

"Don't get any ideas."

"And what ideas would those be, Lisa?"

"Well, to have me in this damn thing more often, for starters."

She gives Thirteen her face of resolve.

Thireen smirks a little.

"Unless Bar decides to dress you up again in it sometime later."

Cuddy's eyes widen.

"Not if I have a say."

"Since when do we have a say what the Bar does to us for holidays?"

"I don't know," Cuddy murmurs, "but I'm determined to have one."

Chuckling, Thirteen squeezes Cuddy a bit closer to herself.

"You'll have to tell me how that works out for you."

"Oh, I'll be sure to."

Cuddy looks down at her boots, scuffing them against the floor.

"Where do you think she got the idea for you?"

Questioning brows raise as she looks down at the woman in her arms.

"Are you implying that you had something to do with this, Lisa?"

"What? Of course not."

She looks up, shaking her head.

"Well in that case..."

Beat.

"You know, this costume looks an awful lot like the on that pirate on the ice cream container."

Cuddy raises an eyebrow.

"What ice cream container?"

"There's a guy here, makes gourmet ice cream. I have nearly a gallon of rum-soaked tiramisu ice cream on my freezer at home."

"And there's a pirate woman on the front of the container, I'm guessing."

She smiles slightly.

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