"Ma'am, can I take your drink order?" The waiter asked politely.

"Order whatever you'd like Jaime. It's my treat for your winning."

"Thanks. I'll have Manhattan."

"Very good. And for you sir?"

"Just a club soda." The waiter nodded and left.

Jack stared at his menu trying to decide what to order when he felt eyes blazing two holes in him. He looked up to find Jamie staring intensely.

"What?"

"Did I just hear you order a club soda?"

"Yeah."

Jaime just stared at him.

"What?"

"No scotch?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I stopped drinking."

Jamie wasn't sure she heard right. "What?"

"I stopped drinking."

"When?"

"About two months ago, after that mess with Dressler."

"Oh wow." Jamie couldn't believe this was happening. Jack McCoy, the man who practically counted the hours until he could have a drink, the man who had to have five cups of coffee in the morning to kill the hangover he had, the man who could always be found in a bar after work, had quit. "What brought this on?"

Jack gave a half shrug. "A lot of things."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

Jack smiled. "Yes you did." Jamie smiled back at him. "I- I just don't want to live in a bottle anymore. There's other stuff too, but that's the long and the short of it." He shrugged again, a little self consciously. "Does that satisfy your curiosity?"

"Not really, but I'll take it.

"Good." The waiter came back with their drinks. After he left, Jack turned his attention back to the menu, hoping Jamie would do the same. Once again, he felt her watching him. He looked up.

"That's really becoming annoying."

"Sorry, it's just-" she trailed off.

"What?"

"I'm proud of you."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Thanks a lot."

"I mean it. It must be hard."

"Yes, it is. For about a week after I stopped, I wanted a drink so bad I was ready to kill someone."

"That's why you had that weird look in your eyes."

"Very funny. And when people around me order things with alcohol in it, I want so badly to say 'Make that two.' It's getting easier. Not by much, but it's easier than when I started."

"Oh Jack. I wasn't even thinking when ordered."

"You couldn't have known. Besides, it's something I got to get used to." The waiter appeared again, and they gave their orders.

"And, could you take this back," Jamie asked giving the Manhattan back to the waiter, "and bring me some coffee?"

"Sure ma'am."

Jack smiled. "Make that two."