<i>Bond... </i>Jasmine was used to it, having been educated at St Georges School in Edinburgh, but normally roomies were on first-name terms. And who said this was a<i>date? </i>And what made this snooty bitch think that Bond<i>wanted </i>to be in bed with her? It took a few seconds and a mouthful of the G-S-M wine to realise that her roomie was<i>probably </i>baiting her. Well two can play at that. "Hmm... Well, Millbanks, if I've got te wait that long ye'd better be something worth waiting for, aye? Place like this, I'll bet there's lassies gagging fer it." She leered deliberately then added, "Och, and what date do we get te be on first name terms? Sixth? Or would it be seventh?"<br/><br/>Tracy did the dishes all by herself. and Jasmine chuckled as she sipped on her second<i>plastic </i>of wine, noticing that the other beaker was still almost half full and had not been refilled. And there were still a good 17cl of red liquid in the bottle. Tracy picked up the bottle and made to put it in the fridge.<br/><br/>"Hey, WHOAH! Philistine! D'ye know nothing o' wine? Ye don't refrigerate a red once it's been opened, ye'll kill it! Geit that doon ye, and ye ca have the rest." And when Tracy refused, she held her had out for the bottle. "Gee-it here then, ye lightweight Sassenach."<br/><br/>She sat on the sofa too, refilled cup in hand, and thought for a bit. "Well, I enjoy shooting. I'm pretty good too." A pause, then "Mostly at Englishmen who think that Scotland is theirs..." She said it deadpan, and almost as an afterthought, added, "Oh and targets. I have a pretty classy rifle." She thought a bit more and went on. "Horse riding, of course. I play a pretty good hand of Bridge, if you know anyone looking for a partner. I enjoy walking, swimming, and I love a good political debate!" She smirked, then laughed softly.<br/><br/>"What about you?"