<div class="floatleft">(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/04/23/article-0-0940346C000005DC-510_233x353.jpg)</div>Marc found himself whistling, softly but with practiced tone. He almost stopped when he realized he was doing so, but finished the song in spite of himself as he walked back toward the room where he'd left Jackie and her new toy.  When not in enemy territory, whistling was one of the only things you could do when walking great distances in the desert, and many of his former division would often whistle without thinking about it.<br/><br/>Marc shook up the bourbon and bitters and vermouth amongst the ice, between two glasses. He tossed a second and a third cherry into Jackie's drink. She knew he'd eat the liquor soaked maraschinos if she wasn't feeling up for them, so he always added at least one more.<br/><br/>He spent less time on their hostage's drink. A sloppier version of Jackie's Manhattan, sweeter, if Jackie's description of what she was drinking at the club could be believed. An Appletini? This broad deserved what she had coming to her. He often thought about being a bartender, but he worried to much about punching one of his patrons. No the service sector was not for him, that was clear.<br/><br/>He looked at what would be Jasmine's drink, considering something.  He turned and walked back to one of the duffel bags they'd brought in. He reached in and brought out a very small box. He walked back to the counter where the drinks were. He pulled out a small, thin pill from the box, broke it in half, broke it in half again as much as he could, and then dropped it into the drink. He stirred it up with his finger, and then washed it. He put no cherries into their pet's drink.<br/><br/><em>Katie's gonna pay her due. One way or the other.</em><br/><br/>He'd already taken a long sip of his own bourbon on the rocks as he made his way back into the room he'd left them. His towel-draped body appeared in the doorway, and was very intrigued by what he saw. He knew that Jackie would take control of the situation, but it was nevertheless thrilling to see in person. He didn't say anything, just walked over and put the three glasses down on a dresser. He leaned against it, looking to them, ready to proffer out the drinks when they were finished.