"A drink with one of those cute little umbrellas," she said, gesturing with her fingers how small the umbrella in her imagination was. She knew that if she had one drink with an umbrella, she'd need a few more friends for said umbrella to litter around the apartment. She wasn't exactly as clean as Angel was, even if her place back home was less messier than her first L.A. apartment.

She shrugged. "Or I could settle for a beer." She glanced at him, "Whatever you're having." There was no way he was weaseling his way out of this. She was determined that he had a drink.

Or few.