"I take nights off. And days off." She glanced around for someplace to put her shirt, but didn't see anywhere she felt safe ditching it. The purse that she had brought to this party was tiny, and there was no way she was going to be able to fit her blouse in there. Honestly, Bobbi had thought she had come prepared for all kinds of things but she hadn't come prepared for having to take off her blouse. (Hey, this wasn't that kind of party, or at least Bobbi hadn't been planing on having it be that kind of party.)
She looked over at Clint then and smirked; "In fact the last time I took a day off I did something really crazy. Got married." The moral of the story there might be that when she took days off she got really crazy.
Bobbi followed his gaze out to the beach - the beach were there would be less, and possibly no people. That might not be very safe. Of course the sound of the water might drown out any shouting at each other that might happen. She looked back at Clint; "I'm not going in the water." Always best to lay down the ground rules, which then of course she inevitably didn't follow. "I mean it Clint, this isn't like the couch or not staying on the couch." She had already had to ditch her blouse, she was not taking off any more articles of clothing.