<em>- Bo entering with Nicci, bringing in a bottle of whisky -<br/></em><br/><br/>As they broke the threshold of the lounge, Bo gave Nicci's hand one last gentle squeeze before releasing.  He made his way to the coffee table, and poured his glass about half full of the liquid gold, scotch whisky.  That should do him for the rest of the evening.  Glancing around the room, seeing the others' various states of relaxation, he smiled.  The fire crackled invitingly.<br/><br/>"If there are any scotch whisky afficionados amongst you, I have a real treat here," he spoke to the assembled group, indicating the bottle as he set it on the coffee table.  "Help yourself.  But please, no Irish coffees.  I couldn't bear it."  After a beat, he added, "no offense Vince, but the stuff is simply too good to mix.  I'd be willing to retrieve another, less unique bottle if anyone feels the need to do so.  Just say the word."  He smiled.<br/><br/>As his eyes met Nicci's, his smile warmed.  He winked.  Then settled himself into an armchair near the fire.