Hey man, Akaya knew he looked good! And sure, he was probably somewhat cocky about it too, but it was that attitude that paired well with his occupation. He arched his eyebrow at the drink order. Sex on the beach was a cloyingly sweet cocktail. He wondered whether Omi had a raging sweet tooth or just liked to mask his alcohol with fruit juice. He leaned in to the bar to put the order in, and plucked the glass off when it was ready.

He offered the drink to Omi and clinked his own glass against it.

"Thanks for coming."

He smiled.