The bar situated on the second floor of their hotel was a lot nicer than the other tourist traps they'd visited. There weren't any leis strewn about and Carrie had yet to see pictures of big waves and proud surfers. "Another gin and tonic, please," she smiled at the man behind the counter and hoped she wouldn't have to flash her fake ID. The man gave Dick a look and, assuming they were together and both of age, didn't ask her to show proof of how old she was. He figured that her money was as green as anyone else's and she didn't really seem the loud drunken type. Even if she was, he couldn't imagine a person of her frame doing much damage.
Carrie was smiling and thoroughly enjoying herself. There was no worry about work or patrol or anything else. After a bit of discussion in which Dick had put her worries at ease, Carrie had left her costume and gear at home. She'd never done something like this before. It was nice and terribly normal. Thoughts of crazy Bruce were brushed aside - Carrie would handle that later, when they were back to the real world. For now, it was all about fun and enjoying herself. "I will," she said turning to Dick. "We're doing this again. We're making a habit of this, in fact." It didn't really register in her mind how domestic that sounded.
After a moment inspecting his glass, she shook her head, almost disappointed. "PiƱa colada? Really?"