He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "You're still going to get it. I know exactly what you want now."
"Jules," she said, quite serious now, and his eyebrow quirked up in response. "I don't expect you to get me anything. Really."
He looked at her and grinned lazily. "Good. Then you'll be pleasantly surprised."
"Jules!" she protested, again, but he didn't respond -- just leaned back and closed his eyes.
Exasperated, Ghia finished her rum and ordered another. "Whatever you do, Medic," she muttered at him, knowing she was fighting a losing battle, "don't spend too much."
"I'll try not to," he said, but Ghia knew he was only humouring her, and she felt like kicking him. Maybe I'll just kick everything in sight.
Instead she sat back and waited for her drink. Getting drunk seemed a g
