[for Britta]
Getting away from the party had been apparently a good idea, as the bad mood he'd been in before had mostly lifted. Granted, he'd give Britta that her coming along probably had more to do with it, despite her insistence on being contrary on just about everything they'd talked about. Ending up on the beach was a bit of an inevitability - there wasn't many places they could go at night (or day, for that matter). That they had ended up walking down the boardwalk that led out to the beach close to his hut was a bit less of a coincidence, though he wasn't headed toward it.
No, instead, he decided it was a good enough to stop and sit. If he wasn't quite as tipsy as he was, the idea of sitting in the sand with the (expensive) clothes he had on would've been out of the question. He was, though, and didn't think twice about doing so, barely avoiding splashing what little alcohol he had left onto himself. He just expected Britta to follow, ignoring the fact it was probably even worse sitting in a dress.
"We should've grabbed more," he said, drinking the last few drops of the glass he'd taken right before they left. It wasn't like anyone would miss it. He bet no one even noticed the two of them leaving to begin with.
No, instead, he decided it was a good enough to stop and sit. If he wasn't quite as tipsy as he was, the idea of sitting in the sand with the (expensive) clothes he had on would've been out of the question. He was, though, and didn't think twice about doing so, barely avoiding splashing what little alcohol he had left onto himself. He just expected Britta to follow, ignoring the fact it was probably even worse sitting in a dress.
"We should've grabbed more," he said, drinking the last few drops of the glass he'd taken right before they left. It wasn't like anyone would miss it. He bet no one even noticed the two of them leaving to begin with.