"Darling, you're already a household name," Kingsley said, feeling loose and confident from both the alcohol, and the fact that this evening hadn't gone down in flames. "Also, an office name. We have a dartboard dedicated to your more inflammatory articles." He grinned to show he wasn't upset about it; not this time at least.
He finished off his drink, and leaned back in his chair to study her. "Between us? Yeah, it's always a challenge." Which, in retrospect, wasn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it was fun, exciting, when they challenged each other. If only it could always be that way. "But not tonight. I don't want the waitress."