They offer you a beer.

As you enter into the beach house, Thomas hesitates a bit while you slip past him through the door he is holding open, then asks: "Do you want...me to get you a towel or anything, Kiki?", he says.

"Yes please, I..." ,you say, the words leaping unbidden to your lips before you remember that you have already skipped school for this, and been seen by dozens of beach goes. You promised yourself you would commit to this idea and you decide that now, in this house, you feel safe enough to continue. "No,", you insist firmly. "I am fine.".

Thomas smiles, but not half as much as JayJay does.

"Awesome,", JayJay interjects. "You are a cool, chick, chika. Do you want a beer?", he offers.

Brutus, only slightly calmer after his walk, nuzzles your bare thigh as you contemplate your answer. Despite being 18 years old, you've never had a beer before, for you are still too young to drink. Yet, it seems that JayJay and Thomas despite being of your same age, have already drank before.

After thinking about this for a while, you come with an answer.