Ryan and you were in your cabana after Vonnie had left to tan, partially watching TV, partially chatting with each other. The windows were open, letting the sound of waves crashing and seagulls squawking become a nice ambiance for the two of you.

"Could you make yourself useful and pass me another beer, mate?" he requests, glancing at the cooler at by your armrest. Although he didn't drink too much, Ryan was far from a lightweight. Quite the opposite, really.