<strong>Name:</strong>Richard Carver<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach Bar<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Open, All<br/><br/>The humidity was...nice. It wasn't overwhelming and stifling like some places he had been. The ocean breeze probably helped a lot with that. Either way, he would be thankful that their lodging had AC, or so the brochure had stated. Richard nodded his head as Damian ordered and held up three fingers, ordering a drink for both daughters as well. The drinking age was 18 and places like this certainly thrived on selling alcohol, especially to American Tourists who were too young to legally drink at home.<br/><br/>"Make it a round." He adds, settling onto the stool beside Nicole, leaning an elbow onto the bartop.<br/><br/>"In case you missed it in the travel brochure, but the drinking age is 18...but that doesn't mean you get to drink until you black out." He turns his head to Ramona, his daughter, and gives her a stern look with eyebrows raises. "So, as long as you drink in moderation...and drink lots of water too, this heat will get to you before you know it...I am perfectly okay letting you drink. Now....cheers to what should be a wonderful vacation!" He finishes, proposing the toast before taking a sip of the mixture himself.