Name: Ramona Carver<br/>Location: Beach Bar<br/>Tagged: The whole group<br/><br/>As for Ramona, her guiding goals for the trip had included getting a little frisky and letting it all hang out, which meant drinking and having fun. She had somehow forgotten the drinking age was so low here and her mind raced to pick up the possibilities. Apparently it meant drinking with dad was okay, which seemed a bit weird and perhaps off-putting, but it also meant she could run off any moment she wanted, pick up a drink somewhere, and not have to cross her fingers. At her dad's quip about drinking water, she had to rebut, "If I drink tons of water, I get to drink tons of drinks, right?" Following this with a grin, she knew this would be taken in a rakish spirit. The things she could get away with around him.<br/><br/>Nicole wanted to buy this round, which was cool and all, but also mildly upsetting the whole business. Ramona had no money of her own, a poor college student, although she did have a credit card "for emergencies" that she was meant to keep track of and pay off with her spending money as a way to "learn how to be responsible." Biting her lip, she wondered if they could order drinks to the villa, but then old daddy would see how many she drank. She looked over the array of umbrella'd drinks, fruity and in curvaceous glasses, around the bar, chunks of pineapple and cherries sticking here or there. If anything she could learn her way around an island cocktail. Always, always be learning. As a failsafe she could always find some dude to buy her drinks.<br/><br/>"Uh... I'll have a daiquiri," she mentioned to the server and then grinned cheesily for the picture. Find a guy for her? Maybe she could find a girl for her father. Both fathers, in fact.