He was inordinately pleased with himself at the giggle his little flirt had gotten him. Moving beyond the chair he'd dumped his towel on, he sat on the one beside her, pushing his sunglasses up on top of his head as he looked over at her.
"Me? No, I'm a first timer." Oh god, sometimes it was too easy to be ridiculous. He couldn't help himself when the mood struck him. It was a DiNozzo trait, or so he was willing to claim. His father might just dispute that one.
"The days do sort of drag in to each other here don't they? I've been trying to talk myself out of going down to that new tattoo parlour, just for something to do."