He reached for the decanter to top off his glass. Monique nudged him gently in the ribs and nuzzled closer, holding out her glass. He grinned, more for his own amusement than in response to her smile. It was her third refill—all on the tab, of course. She had guzzled twice as much as he had, and he knew from the buzz in his own head that the booze was good quality. Though her voice had started to slur, she was not really drunk or uncoordinated Her drinks came from the same source as his, so she must have some kind of augmentation that shunted the liquor from her system Or neutralized the alcohol. He wondered how many of these overpriced drinks it took to pay for her enhancement.