A/N: Written for londynon from her prompt.
“Janet, I don’t understand why you are being so difficult about this,” Sam said in frustration.
A dark eyebrow arched. “I’m not the one being difficult. You’re the one who doesn’t want to follow the rules.”
“No buts. You know the rules and no amount of complaining,” she paused to glance at the blonde and took in her expression, “or batting those big, baby blues at me will change the rules.”
Sam sighed and slowly counted out the exorbitant price of landing on Boardwalk with a hotel and handed the Monopoly money to the smug, grinning doctor.