Jessie glared at her son, then huffed at him. She moved her hands, then sat on the couch next to him, grabbing her drink.
"So why this place?" James asked, trying to make small talk.
"It looked nice. A private beach and its own personal hot springs out back."
"Seriously? Why are we not relaxing in that then?" James asked, getting up.
"Oh, do you want to? The website said it was only a couple hundred yards away."
"Hell yeah. Let me go put on some swim trunks." James rushed out of the room to change. Jessie was left there looking back at the small bikini top.
When James came back out, he grabbed a few of the drinks and some ice, then they headed off. He didn't want to have to walk all the way back for more drinks, and he figured three each would be enough. He wasn't trying to get drunk
