"Brittaaaaa! Don't be a party pooper," Annie whines as Britta continues to lay on her queen bed.
"Whatcha talking about? The party is right here," Britta mumbled into a pillow.
"Fine!" Annie huffs and walks to Frankie's room. "Heyyyyy, Frankie. How do you feel about going to the beach?"
Frankie pauses in her unpacking, "Oh, I love the beach."
Annie claps her hands, "Great! I'll go get ready!"
"Now? Oh, no, I have to unpack and then I'll probably just hang out here."
Annie frowns, "Fine, I'll go ask the guys."
Annie knocks on their door.
"Hey, Annie," Abed greets and let's her in.
"Do you wanna go to the beach with me? It's literally right behind the hotel."
"Sure. Just give me a second to get ready," he says and runs off to his room.
Jeff walks out of his room already in his bathing suit and a tank top. He flips his aviators from the top of his head down with a smirk. "I'm ready to be shirtless."
Annie laughs, "Yeah we all know you are since you've been on a strict one-grape-a-day diet."
Jeff whips off his sunglasses dramatically. "I'll have you know it was not one grape, I also had a strawberry," he jokes.
Abed pops out from his room holding a blow up tube and three bottles of sunscreen. "I figured Jeff would want the least sun protection, I wanted medium, and I'm sure you want the most," he explains to Annie who was looking at him skeptically.
"I have my preferred sunscreen and did all the research to know about how well it will protect me, so I won't need yours, but thank you," Annie says holding up her own bottle.
Jeff rolls his eyes, "Of course you did research to find the perfect sunscreen."
Annie glares at him, "Sorry that I don't want sun cancer or a bunch of wrinkles when I get older."
"Are you saying I have a bunch of wrinkles?" Jeff asks with narrowed eyes.
"Um, well, I was just talking in general about people who suntan a lot. Not you! You look great!" Annie puts on her sunglasses quickly. "Alright! Let's head to the beach!"
Abed follows a step behind Annie as Jeff slumps behind wearing a scowl.