Back to the island

Gavin and Zack looked at each other, bemused, as Heather turned to root through her backpack.

"I didn't just pack lunch," she said, with the airs of a magician about to perform the last step of their trick. "I also packed..." The two boys watched in further anticipation, eyes widening when Heather pulled out a crate of beer.

"Whoa, Heather," Gavin gasped. "Where did you get that from?"

"Trust me, it was heavy," she smirked. "But I thought it'd be fun to have a little something with us."

"No I mean..." Gavin hesitated. "We're not over the drinking age yet."

Heather looked askance at him. "You're such a dork."

"Day-drinking Heather?" Zack said. "I didn't know what a boozehound you are."

"I need something to pass the time with you losers," she smirked back. She cracked one open, taking a long sip, before putting it down with an exaggerated sigh. The view was straight out of a commercial; a beautiful girl, the morning sun streaming over her as she gulped down a heavy draught of whatever brand was being advertised. People in commercials typically weren't as sexualised as Heather in that moment however, the hyperreal image sending electricity through both Zack and Gavin.

"Here," she said, suddenly throwing a can to Zack. He just about caught it, his reaction delayed by the arousal he felt looking at Heather. He liked Victoria, obviously, but there was no denying that Heather was extraordinarily beautiful, in clothes or underwear.

"Thanks," he said, cracking the can open while Heather threw another to Gavin. He caught it easily, but stared at it warily.

"I've never... y'know," he said.

"I haven't either," Zack confessed. "It's just liquid Gavin." Gavin nodded at Zack's words, tentatively taking a sip and trying not to blanch.

"I don't know if I like this liquid," he thought to himself, struggling to hide his disgust. Still, he took another sip. The crack of Heather's second can reminded them she was still there.