Grant grinned at Jareth's reaction, laughing. "I can jingle those jimmies any day," he said with a wink. "And it isn't just my looks. I have a winning personality, try not to feel jealous," Grant smirked. "Fine, I'll keep my shirt till we get to the beach in case I get attacks by girls soon as I step out." With that, he shrugged his tank on, and snatched the bottle from Hunter's hand. "Dude, you lightweight, keep your balance," he laughed, turning around and going to his room. He emerged a minute later with his phone in a pocket, his wallet, a towel, and shades on his head.

"Okay, now I'm ready. And since Mr. Foodie here is desperate for a meal, I guess we'll head to the restaurant first. Jar, you ready?" He glanced at his friend, who had probably come prepared for the beach. "All right, let's get going." He whooped, heading to the door of the condo and picking up the Jack Daniels on the way.