Nobody makes flip-flops work, darling. [ He responded wryly, knowing better than most that the choice in footwear was atrocious, he just didn't give a damn. ] But when you live on the beach it's this, going bare, or having shoes constantly full of sand. And seeing as I don't want to step on all the debris that still hasn't been swept off the streets flip-flops it is.

[ His hand ran through his wet hair, his curls stubbornly refusing to completely flatten even while soaked as the humidity made them even more twisted. ] I'd say that's a grand idea! [ Nevermind that the bottle had been absolute shit, he was never going to turn down booze. ] What are you using for barter, then? Do you give them puppies for your groceries?