Wow this place is everything Amanda said it would be. There's the beach. We're sitting on a long communal picnic table across from Amanda and some guy in a Hawaiian shirt is strumming a guitar and singing Margaritaville. There is a gentle breeze. So nice.

You look at the menu. $27.99 for a shrimp basket? Hmm... I guess I'll just have the conch fritters oh and this rum punch they have on happy hour.

The rum punch is served in a small disposable plastic cup. You drink it in 3 straw sips. Is there alcohol in this? you ask Amanda. I guess you don't get much for six bucks. OK this place is super pretty and all, but I don't think we can really afford to get drunk here. I guess maybe we'll just hang out and enjoy the music. It's not that bad.

You hear a man's voice Oh yeah those totally suck. You look up and a few feet down the picnic table you see a man drinking a similar drink to yours, but only out of a tall hurricane glass. He's early mid-twenties, blonde and super cute. So is his friend.

If you want a decent rum punch you have to order one of these. He points to the drink menu. $15.99 you notice, ehh.

Do you mind? he asks. You shrug and smile. He takes your empty ice filled kiddie cup of a drink and pours just a little out of his and it fills half your cup. You taste. Oh yeah. Way better. you say.

I'm Chaz. You girls here on vacation?

You start chatting and he is super nice. Amanda being Amanda doesn't waste any time and starts flirting with his friend. You find out that he's staying the week at a property his family owns on Captiva, an island just north of Sanibel connected by bridge. Amanda's eyes light up as he's telling us.

Hey you know we just ordered a whole bunch of food, probably too much for us. Would you like to join us? Happy to share with a couple of pretty girls like you. We would love the company.

Chaz is confident. Clearly he comes from money. But he seems down to earth too. Amanda agrees before you get a chance even to consider the offer and scoots closer to his friend on that side of the table. You pause for a moment and then scoot closer to Chaz too. He calls the waitress over.

Yes Chaz? (She knows him by name)

Put these girls tab on mine and get us all a round of rum hurricanes

Sure no problem the waitress looks at you with a grin. I'll be right back with the drinks.

You don't have to do that! you say. Chaz looks at in amusement. Two appetizer baskets and two happy hour drinks? Don't worry about it. Amanda shoots you eyes across the table as if to say shuuut uuuup.

The food comes and its a smorgasbord of amazing seafood - big shrimp, grouper, crab cakes and a couple of dozen raw oysters. Chaz's friend makes a show of how to dress a raw oyster and feeds it to Amanda. She slurps it down and says MMMMMM. She's so shameless.

After an hour goes by the sun begins to set. Your table is a graveyard of tall plastic labeled souvenir hurricane glasses. Chaz tells the waitress to take them away as he won't be taking them home. You're drunk... and laughing. During this entire time Amanda is shooting you glances like you have both won the richbro chad lottery. There is no doubt you are having a great time.

After the sun finally sets the dining area is lit by citronella tiki torches, but they don't seem to working really great. You're drunk, but not drunk enough to not notice the mosquitoes beginning to bite. It becomes intolerable.

Chaz asks for the bill, pays, and then invites you to come back to his house on Captiva. It's setup for entertainment he tells you, with a fully stocked bar in the screened in patio, no bugs. Through this entire time he has not said anything suggestive to you at all, but he has been super fun and did I already say he was super cute? Yeah, he's super cute.

Amanda is glaring at you like you better not fuck this up for her.