The girls hand over their bikini tops.

"Even though I won I'll have one drink," Jonathan announced.

"Really?" the girls gasped.

"I thought you want to remain dry?" Hane wondered.

"This is a team building exercise, no?" he asked Lauren.

She nodded.

He grabbed a wine glass and held it for Jen. "Do you have anything sweet for a beginner?"

"Moscato d'Asti is an Italian semi-sparkling wine," she nodded, grabbing a bottle. "Its **** level isn't that high so it's great for a new drinker!"

"Cheers!" he said, lifting his glass.

"Cheers!" the girls responded and clinked each other's glasses before taking a sip.

"That wasn't so bad," Jonathan remarked, trying to get used to the taste of **** in his mouth. He took another sip.

"You have the Asian flush too!" Zoe chirped, pointing at Jonathan's reddened face. "Mr. Navy SEAL isn't perfect!"

"He's perfect to me," Amber whispered to her sisters, who nodded in agreement.

"Aiya! Please ration yourselves, Jonathan!" Allison said, imitating Iris' slight Malaysian accented voice. "I do not want you to go back to the hotel throwing up!"

Everyone laughed.

"She's standing right behind you," Jonathan stated with a deadpan face.

"What?" the dyed-blonde engineer gasped, quickly whipping around.

Everyone laughed.

"When did you have a sense of humor?" Allison growled, eyeing daggers at him.

"I've always had one," he grinned and took another sip of wine. "Just please don't do that impersonation of my mom again..."

"I can't guarantee that," she winked with a shrug and chugged her glass of wine before handing it to the bartender to refill.

"So when do I give back your top?" he asked Eva, holding up her yellow bikini.

"When I take it back from you in the pool," she smirked.

"I don't want to be in the water all night!" he chuckled. "Besides you girls are drinking now..."

"I really don't want to go back into the pool!" Natalie whined and a couple of the girls nodded in agreement.

"Fine, you keep them until the end of the night," Allison sighed. "Okay, girls, put your drinks down and pay up!"

The triplets were about to strip in front of Jonathan before Hane and Lauren intervened by holding up towels in front of them for the sake of modesty. The other girls wore their bathrobes before removing their tops. Allison gathered the bikini tops from the eleven girls and handed them to Jonathan like prized bounty.

"Um, thank you?" Jonathan muttered while holding the dozen tops, unsure what to do with them all. With the sun having set, the evening air was getting cooler and he noticed that some of the girls hugged their bathrobes tightly. "Do you girls want to move somewhere warmer?"

They nodded and the group headed to the other side of the pool to the north-east corner of the rooftop where the fire pit surrounded by comfortable couches. They settled down around the cozy warmth of the flames with their glasses of wine and chitchatted about the day's events. Cindy and Lauren sat on either side of Jonathan to the dismay and resentment of some of the other girls.

"God, this feels like our last night of freedom before we go to prison," Kaylee joked.

"Has anyone been to prison?" Leah asked innocently.

Everyone shook their head.

"Does a speeding ticket count?" Jade wondered.

"More wine?" Jen asked after pushing a cart with wine bottles.

"Yes, please!" the girls cheered.

"No thank you. One glass was enough for me," Jonathan replied, waving his hand to decline her offer for a refill.

"You're not even tipsy yet!" Allison goaded, grabbing his glass to refill it.

"Allie!" Lauren protested when the dyed-blonde engineer straddled Jonathan's lap.

"He said no more," Cindy scowled, disapproving of Allison's impromptu seating arrangement.

"If this is suppose to be a team building exercise then Jon should get drunk like the rest of us!" Allison argued, handing the wine glass back to him.

"We're not suppose to get drunk," Hane added.

"What's the point of the open bar then?" Eva wondered.

Jonathan just sat there quietly as the two groups of women argued whether he should drink or not, all the while trying to not to get an erection with Allison on his lap and her barely covered cleavage about a foot from his face.

"Okay, I'll drink another glass as long as you girls promise not to get so **** that I have be your doctor!" Jonathan stated.

"But I want you to be my doctor!" Allison purred.

"Allison!" Cindy snapped.

"What? And you're our gynecologist," Allison replied innocently with a grin as she got off of Jonathan's lap.

Jonathan took another sip, still trying to get used to the taste of ****, and noticed the redhead bartender was eyeing him while serving more wine to his giddy crew mates. He did not linger too long on the matter with the other twelve women trying to get his attention.