[When Tseng decides on the beach as their settling place of choice, Rufus grins, then makes a show of looking Tseng up and down, his eyes alight with mischief. There's plenty he wants to probe at, of course, but he knows them both well enough that if they descend into conversation now, they'll both just end up settling here in the room with the bar rather than making it to their ultimate destination, and the prospect of Tseng on the beach is far, far too delightful to ignore.

Not least of which because of what happened the last time they were on a beach together. Hmm.

So he takes his drink when he's offered it, still full of mirth, then sips it delightedly. The sweet tropical flavors remind him of how he'd drink these when he was young, and the nostalgia is certainly playing a role in his mood now.]

You can't go on the beach dressed like that.

[Says Rufus, who looks breezy and light and would fit in perfectly on one, bastard that he is.]

This is perfect for me; yours needs a touch more triple sec and a dash less grenadine. I'll go find you a swimsuit while you finish up here.

[He's so cheerfully amused, it's almost hard to fault him his teasing. Well, if you're in love with him, that is, but you know.]