Maura and Fiona settle themselves down at an open table at the poolside bar. After just arriving at the resort, they're ready to unwind.

"Well, that one girl with the three heads was really pushing us on this tequila sunrise, huh?" Maura gazes at the glass in their right hand, lifting it up to her mouth. "Mmm, bottoms up."

Fiona's senses flare as she feels the sensation of the drink going down, noting her sister taking a *little* too long with the straw. She prepares her own straw. "Alright already, save a little for me, huh? It's all going to the same place."

Fiona immediately regrets her words, as Maura took them to mean, 'keep going'...