[He takes the bottle with delight, settling his hat back on his head, the cigarette back between his lips as he starts to work open the bottle bit by bit, taking a swig when he sets aside the cigarette for the moment to drink, because he likes to have all the things he loves.

Speaking of...

He wiggles a little and curls her into the spread of his legs as he drapes an arm around her waist to absently stroke her hip, turning to exhale the smoke out of her line.]

I don't go to the beach. I've never even seen a beach used like this until I got here. I don't know what's so important. If you want to tan, you work in the fields with your shirt off.

Also, I don't swim. Never have.