“Ohhh, gimme, gimme, that looks like it’ll knock me on my ass.” The scantily-clad blonde sort of lunges off the lounger, one hand grabbing for the watermelon shots, sunglasses slipping off her head to tangle in her hair as she does so. She doesn’t entirely wait for the guy to stop, just scoops up one of the shots and downs it easily, tongue clicking a couple times as she savors the aftertaste, seeking out the individual flavor notes, trying to figure out what’s in the drink.

“Mmmm – schnapps and rum? Bad boy, you’re gonna give an heiress a coronary.” Saxsice grins wide, toothy, plucking a second shot from the tray and gesturing at it. “More’n you’re already gonna, with them little shorts, I mean. Better have some White Claws stowed in the back for the next whiny bitch who complains the drinks’re “too strong”, yeah?”

A wink, then she downs the second shot, placing the empty shot glass on top of an alarming stack on a nearby table. Surprisingly, she seems – not the least bit drunk. “Got anything harder?”