She had bright red hair, a string bikini, and a sailor's mouth that worked overtime now that she was drunk. I had come with her group to the beach, but I had driven the truck here so they had a jump start on me, and somehow chasing them into the freezing breakers so they wouldn't drown wasn't making me want to drink any more.
“Fuck the cold!” She screamed as she turned around and ripped down her bikini bottoms to moon the wave about to break over her. It did, and she fell forwards, stumbling to support herself, one hand in the sand, the other on her bathing suit.