Vessel
Pina coladas, pornstar martinis… Rachel concurred that she had had enough to drink. At least, when it came to alcohol. Not that Eddie had taken any notice.
He held up a bottle of wine he had just ordered at the bar.
"Eh?" When she had said nothing, he raised it up with a grin. "Eh?"
"Eddie, please…"
"Don't tell me you've had enough already. We've barely gotten started."
"This isn't a competition."
He furrowed his brow, placing down the bottle. "I'll get you some water, give it a while, then straight back at it, Mason."
She rubbed her temples, trying to dispel the migraine she was going to have the next morning.
"Eddie, we're on a cruise," she reasoned. "It's supposed to be relaxing."
He huffed. "That's loser talk."
Rachel could barely form an argument before he returned to the bar. She might have been irritated, but he did acquire her a jug of water. And another pina colada.