"That tone!" she said in mock disgust, her hand on her chest like some old fashioned lady. "You talk to all the young girls with such crude language?" Abi could barely make it to the end of the sentence before she burst into bubbling giggles, the laughter so easy. She couldn't really keep up any pretense of innocence for very long.
While she wasn't the biggest fan of the beach in general - sand in places where sand had no place being - Abi was willing to go and get drunk on one, get her feet wet and feel a cooler breeze on her face. That sounded like the best idea she'd heard in years.
"Lead the way then, I don't know anywhere and can't read Spanish to save my life. My grandmother warned me about drunk men leading me astray but I don't think she imagined me being in Cuba on a beach with a full bottle of rum in an ice bucket. Even she couldn't turn that opportunity down."