A man from Manhattan? Anna raised in eyebrow in intrigue. At the same time, however, Anna completely understood where he was coming from. Manhattan was one thing. The city, the skyline, the bustling streets that never seemed to stop. She understood why it would be quite the place to be in. On the other hand, it had nothing on Mother Nature. The beach, the waves, the natural cascading of the tide was something that couldn't be beaten by man-made means. They were both views Anna appreciated, but gun to the head, Anna would pick the beach. 

The focus was cast back onto Jett and his early drinking tendencies. She [i]still[/i] felt 10:00 AM in the morning was much too early to be drinking, despite this being a reality show with really no rules on it. Anna still had her morals, and if she was drinking before noon then something was seriously wrong in her life. But then again, she [i]was[/i] on a reality show. Morals and rules and order were among some of the last when it came to priorities. Time and time again Anna had to remind herself that the producers were interested in crazy shit. Shit that would get them views, scandalous shit, shit that would get people talking. Not to mention that everything within the confines of this household was practically free of charge. She wouldn't be losing anything (besides her dignity, but that's a story for later) by consuming alcohol. She really didn't have any reason as to not consume any, besides her own moral code.

Her eyes migrated over to the concoction that Jett was sipping from. It did look really good. After all, Anna was a fan of orange juice and champagne. There was no telling what would've happened when you combined the two in an environment like this food and drinks were plentiful. Anna took a moment to think, to mull over his offer. it was 10 AM and it was much too early to be drinking. That was what she was hung up on. However, it was not a regular scenario. It wasn't like she had anywhere to be besides here. It wasn't like she needed to be sober the whole day. So what if she was drunk before the moon came up? Nobody cared. 

Anna glanced down at the glass, and flashed him a smile before reaching out to grab it. "Okay. I'll take a sip." She shrugged, "...only because it'll shut you up." Anna put the glass to her lips, taking a small sip. 

He was right. It was delicious.