Katherine only drank about half of her mojito before she couldn't sit still any longer. "Wheeeww," she said with a giggle as she tried to stand up. She kept tripping over her own feet, but managed to catch herself every time before she fell, which only made her and Charles laugh more.
Once she got used to having her feet supporting her body weight again, she turned to Charles, who was still sitting, and held out her hand while she smiled so big that it would have hurt her cheeks had they not been numbed from the alcohol.
"Let's go for a swim!" she said excitedly as he grabbed her hand to stand. Thankfully for her, he was only tipsy, and still had enough of his common sense not to actually let her pull up any of his weight. That was a sure way for them to tumble down into the sand.
"I have swim trunks here, but I didn't think to have any clothes sent here for you, I'm sorry Kit-Kat. We can go swimming next time we're here," Charles told her apologetically.
