So her name was Babs then? As in Barbra? Lovely.  She caught on fairly quick to what he was doing, creating a show for the people a table over from them.  She didn't recognize them from her file of unscrupilous business men, but she noticed the secretary of one sitting at the table.  So the game had already begun then.<br/><br/>But what was his name supposed to be? Was she able to make one up on the spot? She doubted it.  Normally all aliases were created together.<br/><br/>She'd play it safe.<br/><br/>"Oh please!  You know you've hated being on this vacation from the get go!" she snaps right back with a sniff.<br/><br/>"I've seen you, you know. Making business calls when your supposed to be on vacation.  Working at all hours of the night!  As if we never even left England." she says pointedly; sticking a finger at him accusingly.<br/><br/>"You'd rather have us stayed home, isn't that right?  That's why you aren't appreciating all the luxuries here, why you think their lesser." she says, taking a quick  swig of some champagne; secretly enjoying the flavor slide down her throat.<br/><br/>"Oh stop that!" she hisses to him as he begins to exclaim his love for the island.  "You want to make it work so much?!  Why don't you stop acting like such a...such a...such a fool!" she snaps at him; the kind of frustration in her voice that can only be achieved by experiencing a failing marriage.  "Try something new for a change!  God damn enjoy yourself!"