The smile turned into a smirk when the woman quickly turned away from her. Seems to her that she needed to be twice as flirtatious as usual. Maybe the woman was straight or maybe she was just being friendly. Neither really stopped her. Straight girls have said the same thing before cumming all over Izzy's face as they call her mommy or daddy. In fact this was going to be even better; the game was afoot. A blue canvas bag took full residence on the beach chair marking her spot.<br/><br/>A slender finger traced the outline of her black and white skull wallet as the spooky Izzy looked right at the fine ass woman. A steel ball was just barely visible between her lips, rolling against them. It was only the second day and here she was working her charms, or at least trying to. Between each row of parasols were SPF covered people of all the nationalities under the sun, how inclusive. In a way it was weird how skin can glisten under sunlight. There was nothing to show off. Closer to the ocean were her 'people'. 20 somethings with drinks in hand and their music playing. Eyes traced over every muscle on every guy and all over every hottie with her tight little ass barely covered by her bottoms. Now Izzy needed a drink. When the sun covered her skin her vibrancy fully came to a head. Deep trenches of ink popped and all the rich colors shined. Truly she was an art piece;a mosaic even.<br/><br/>Right now she'd be worried about exposing herself to the rays too much. The more you're in the sun the more your tattoos fade. Its not instantaneous of course but the risk is still there. However the almighty sun screen saved the day. She spent enough money on the damn things so the only logical thing to do was to protect them. The beach bar was home of the tourist tonics. Sand flew off the counter clearing the way for her. Usually she likes a good whiskey or amaretto when she goes bar hopping with ehr best friend, Kay. Wonder how she was doing with the house and pet sitting. She was an absolute sweetheart to offer to watch the Dower's home and dogs. Kay and Izzy have been friends since grade school, she was practically family. Since she was already a tourist she may as well drink like one; when in rome... Crisp dollar bills slide up to the bartender. More than just for herself.<br/><br/>"If the woman with the margarita comes back up tell her its on the house. I'll pay extra if need be." She wasn't sure if the bartender technically could since its a resort but a 20 dollar or so tip would change that. Granules of salt lined the rim of the blue margarita. It was one of the best parts. The young tattooed woman slowly walked past the beautiful woman and gave her a wink and a kiss before sitting back down and enjoying her drink. Izzy was grinning like a Chesire cat.