"Maybe you've delivered enough babies to get a loaner scheme going on with some of those Moms now," Jaz said watching Mitch's eyes roll, wondering if one day they'd get stuck with just the whites of his eyes showing. Or maybe he'd strain them and have to rest them till they healed. She picked up her whisky shot and downed it, "well, here's to no more thinking!" she said as she swallowed it down fast and nodded to the bartender to pour her a refill. It was lucky she's swallowed quickly when Mitch's next question came. "Mitch Rapp are you making propositions already?" she asked with a slow smirk. Hey, if he could turn it around, so could she.
She smiled Mitch's way, "you do realise you pretty much just told me you like having me as a partner, right?" Jaz couldn't help but point out. "I mean, I always knew it, but it's nice to hear from time to time," she told him as she followed him towards their booth for the night. "Consider all investigations of the mens' locker room disregarded. Though that doesn't mean you can't take a few pictures just to ease my curiosity," she said with an encouraging grin.
"Alright, fine, there will be no more resolutions," Jaz decided with a shrug of her shoulders. "They haven't exactly gotten me anywhere fast recently as it is," or rather they had - back into Mitch's bed and with another walk of shame to add to her growing list. "So are we still going away this weekend?" she asked hopeful that the conversation they'd had online was actually going to magically turn into sun and sand, with surf and sangria added into the mix to make the holiday hell-rush seem like a distant memory.