It wasn't long after spending time in the ocean that Charlie realized his place was not where the mighty waves roared, but on the shore where he could sit down and lounge, much to Veruca's annoyance who had to swim back closer to the shore just to be able to hang out with her fellow Golden Ticket winner. After so many hours out at sea, the two got out of the water entirely a while after the sun began to set over Mexico. Both the Good Boy and the little brute were beyond exhausted, but at least they had taken in a lot of much needed sunlight, especially pasty Charlie. Since there was still some sunlight out, the two decided to spend the rest of the afternoon out on the beach and celebrate their trip to the beach. Veruca pulled out the pitcher of mojito she prepared and drank in the morning and now she planned on finishing the rest of what she had made. Although, she was generous enough to bring out a second glass and serve Charlie some, something he initially resisted but eventually gave into the more Veruca taunted him for his reluctance to do anything too crazy. Just her way of expressing affection, the Good Boy thought. When the sun had set over the jungle behind them, Charlie brought out a large lantern and used its light to brighten the beach where the two former Golden Ticket winners lounged, with Veruca finishing her fourth glass of her mojito while Charlie continued drinking the initial one the little brute served him.
Unsurprisingly, Veruca eventually grew bored of having to refill her tall glass and just began drinking her mojito straight out of the pitcher because it wasn't like Charlie was going to have another glass of it. The little brute then finished the entire pitcher of her homemade mojito and she started to feel the effects of inebriation, but instead of getting agitated and aggressive like when they first met up once again at Fenston's, Veruca was much more friendly and warm with Charlie this time around. Seeing as she was enjoying herself beforehand, now that she was drunk there wasn't anything on her mind that was bothering her. She laughed, she danced, she pretty much felt at ease when she was on the beach with the heir. She had gotten so comfortable with Charlie that she even threw herself upon the Good Boy's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, something that didn't startle him that much seeing as how Veruca's mojito had loosened him up and made him feel loopy as well. Their swimsuits were still a bit wet and covered in sand, so their bottom wear squeaked and scratched with every movement Veruca made while nestled on Charlie's lap, something that made the encounter that much more uncomfortable for the Good Boy, yet he didn't want it to stop.
The little brute redirected her attention over from the Good Boy's neck to his hair, running her fingers through the brown waves that formed his bangs, swirling it with her right index finger and laughing while she did so. Unfortunately, Charlie was not in such a jubilant mood, instead his he was far beyond nervous; his chest hurt and he had trouble breathing from the moment Veruca sat down on his lap. He was so anxious and feared doing something that might upset Veruca so much he just sat still as The Bad Nut toyed with him, literally drooling over her as he took in her physical beauty while he had her so close to him. Fortunately, in an odd way, the alcohol in the mojito loosened him enough that the Good Boy didn't overreact in an awkward fashion like he might have given different circumstances, he just let her sit on his lap for the remainder of the night they stayed on the beach. Thanks to the mojito, Charlie's memory became less reliable as time went on and he grew more tired; one moment he was draggy on the beach and the next he awoke refreshed and well rested in the hammock he slept in the night before, only this time he didn't sleep in the same fashion he originally did.
The Lucky Boy woke up with locks of hair he had apparently been sucking on throughout the night, locks of hair that weren't his, and as he looked down at his torso, he saw that those locks belonged to none other than The Bad Nut herself who had wrapped her arms around his waist. Once again, Charlie had found himself sleeping in the same bed, of sorts, that Veruca was, only this time it was the little brute who clung onto him. It was more than odd, the heir thought, but also more than welcomed. The few movements Charlie made when he woke up managed to disturb Veruca's slumber as well, but instead of getting angry at Charlie for her clutching to his body, she grabbed the sides of her head and screamed in pain, the hangover had begun. The brat ordered Charlie to fetch her a cure for her ailment at once, but the Good Boy had never had to treat one as he had self-control over how much he drank. Nevertheless, the little brute barked at him to check the refrigerator inside the beach house for anything that might work. The Good Boy obliged and rushed inside where he found something that sparked interest, the heir brought the little brute a one-liter bottle of an electrolyte beverage which she eagerly swiped out of her caretaker's hands and chugged the contents of in one sitting right in front of him. Veruca crushed the bottle and chucked it out towards the shore, sending Charlie on a chase for the plastic litter before it made its way into the ocean and poisoned some sea creatures, only for her to then spread herself across the hammock and take a nap in order to get over the hangover by sleeping through it.
Having his fellow Golden Ticket winner fall asleep once again in an attempt to nurse a hangover left the Good Boy to clean up the mess they had created in the Villareal's beach house. And while the family had a large cleaning staff ready at a moment's notice to clean up any mess, Charlie had grown up poor and having no one but himself and the family around him to depend on, he had never felt comfortable letting others clean up after him. Which, the more he thought about it, was something Veruca and her memories of countless numbers of servants awaiting her orders as a child could simply never understand, the Good Boy thought. He picked up all of his and Veruca's belongings, placed them back into each of their suitcases, washed all of the dishes, cups and other kitchenware they used, and he even went as far as to sweep and mop the floor of the beach house. It was about eight in the morning, local time, when Charlie finished cleaning and had changed into the other pair of clothing he had brought along for the trip and now it was time to head back to London if they wanted to adjust to the time difference with minimal issues.
He woke Veruca up from her second slumber carefully as to not enrage the ill beast and receive some sort of degrading verbal attack for daring to disturb her slumber, and then told her to change because they were heading back home soon. It took a few minutes, but eventually Veruca eventually emerged out of the bathroom wearing one of the dozens of outfits she had packed but didn't even get a chance to wear. And once Charlie left the keys to the beach house on the kitchen table for the Villareals to find later and loaded their luggage and themselves onto the Great Glass elevator, he tapped the screen of his phone in order to return home. The skyhooks ignited and the contraption rose towards the heavens to make the trip back to London that much quicker, but it also made Veruca extremely nervous like before. In order to alleviate some of this anxiety, Charlie wrapped his arms around Veruca during and following takeoff, acting as a security blanket of sorts for the former Golden Ticket winner who expectedly did not have the same confidence in Wonka as Charlie had. With the only difference between the trip to Mexico and now being that this time she did not push him and his embrace away throughout the entire journey back home.
They arrived back in Britain at around 2:30 PM, local time, giving them some time to adjust to the time difference, unfortunately, Veruca would have to stay awake during her hangover throughout the afternoon and evening if she wanted to be able to sleep during the night. The Great Glass Elevator landed on the roof of Stourton and Charlie helped Veruca to the front door of her penthouse, the one they exited through to get to the stairs leading to the roof, all the while carrying her luggage to her home. And once the little brute was settled back home, the Good Boy gave her a quick farewell and the two parted ways as he needed to return to the factory and inform Wonka that the trip was a success and the deal was closed. The two Golden Ticket winners agreed to meet up soon, but right now, Charlie had to celebrate a business breakthrough with his mentor, after all, he had to keep up the ruse that his trip half-way around the world was purely business-related.