<b>A chink in his armour she thought she had found.  It would be quite a confession for a person who was always so arrogant and with such big ego though Caitlin knew he would never freely admit such a deficiency. The question was whether she would be able to use it to her advantage.  If Clark did not know much about cocktails and alcoholic beverages, maybe he also was not used to drink. Her devious mind was working overtime as they sat at a bistro table tucked away in a corner of the hotel bar. Over the other side was a three piece jazz band fronted by a female Latin singer with a mollifying voice.<br/>
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"Traditional aperitif looks like Mai Tai. The key ingredients orange curaçao and orgeat syrup with a white rum base and dark rum on top." Caitlin was reading from the menu presented by the wine waiter who remained stand up over her. She was assisted with the reference to the drink being an Hawaiian cocktail. Looking across to her work colleague, she was trying to gauge his reaction. "These's Negroni of course, the iconic before dinner drink made from Campari, gin and sweet vermouth. Equally strong is Zombie, the tropical drink with several types of rum but does have a chunk of pineapple if you're missing one."<br/>
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"I think we are spoiled for choice, Daddy. Which one should we have? I think they will all make me drunk." Biting on her bottom lip, she lifted her eyes up from the list of popular drinks towards Clark and gave him a knowing wink. More teasing under the table she thrust one of her knees against his thigh intending to have only grazed his leg. It was Caitlin's aim to get her adversary the worse for wear with cocktails so that he would no longer have the slightest care in the world if he ended up crashing out on the couch i n the room suite that had been imposed upon the unlikely couple. Any of the three aperitifs would be a helpful start, she believed.<br/>
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"I'm not that hungry myself. Just so shattered from the flight, how about you?" Usually when Caitlin was tired she could be a real bugbear, not knowing what she wanted to and being ever more erratic. She could not be bothered much to put on an act and be polite to socialise with rivals. Just to spite, Clark she became to think that she might just pretend pick up a guy to sleep with and see his reaction. Watching him though, there was always something about her colleague that she admired. Whether she could really fancy him though she did not know. "Might end up having an early night."<br/>
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