Grant looked at Jareth as he took the champagne bottle from Hunter. He considered the offer, eyeing the bottle. He was always careful not to get drunk- he knew what could happen if he did, and he didn't want a potential employer ever seeing him that way... He shut his eyes tight as he imagined Adelisa telling him that there he went again, worrying about appearances. "What the hell. Give me the Veuve whatever, I'm about to get shitfaced." He grinned, standing and taking the bottle. He took a long swig from it, passing it back to Hunter. He headed to the fridge, peering inside. "There's gotta be something stronger in here.." He muttered, coming back up with a Jack Daniels in hand. "Got it!" Grant looked at the pair. "So, beach first?" He asked.

He looked down at his attire. He hadn't really dressed for the beach, wearing his favourite casual wear of black tee and jeans. "Alright, gimme a sec to change." He picked up his suitcase from by the door and walked into the last vacant room. He gave a low whistle as he looked around. He really was getting what he paid for, from his room he had a great view of the beach and a door to a spacious looking balcony. The king sized bed sat opposite a flat screen TV, a grand oak wardrobe, and another, smaller, mini fridge. He changed quickly into white short and picked out a red tank but didn't put it on before walking back out. "Guys, no shirt: Yeah or no?" He asked, grinning.