Crichton/Babs
Who was he to argue with a lady? He let her lead, just smirking and following her toward one of the closest buildings- a casino. Weren't they all casinos? Opening the door fo her, he followed her in and looked around, impressed with the lights and glamor and- shit, was that woman wearing a top? His eyes lingered before he smirked and looked at her.
"So...what do you wanna do? Slots? Cards? I could go for a margarita. Oh man, I could REALLY go for one, actually. Like one of those huge frozen ones."
It was a weird and specific request, he realized. "Ladies choice."