Alana got two new drinks from Vango, the bartender.
Vango's eyes never left Quinn. He winked at Alana stealthily. "No wonder you wouldn't drink anyone else's drinks. With such a handsome and sexy man, who would even look at those crooked melons!" Alana didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Those men frolicking on the beach were probably all offended.
Vango handed her two flower stem straws and winked again, his meaning obvious. "Hey, sweetheart, need a tent and an umbrella?"
Alana didn't understand and gave a rather cute expression. "Drinking on the beach, and you still need a tent and an umbrella?"
"Tsk, so you guys are into the open-air thing. Not bad! Just don't be too loud. Turtles come ashore at night. Don't get them all in the mood."
"As for the umbrella..." Vango took out a box
