Aye, I can’t stand to see a pretty face sitting here alone. Let me buy you a drink, my treat. The name’s Grease-r, and you?

Before you had a chance to introduce yourself, the skeleton waved the bartender over, ordering you a fruity drink, which was common since the tropical bar was centered around a beach. Lowering his shades slightly, Grease-r glanced at you, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It was rare to see someone alone in such a popular location, so he was going to use that.

You look nice. It’s hard to see anyone that doesn’t, hah! Tell me, what’s someone like you doing at a beach alone? I’m the lifeguard here, and I don’t think I’ve seen you before. But hey, I could use some training, would you like to be saved?