Patricia

You're walking down an adult-only Florida beach on the 4th of July on the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence. Afternoon party-goers getting smashed on beer, music played around bonfires with chatter and BBQs, people playing volleyball and other beach games, and others swimming in the rightly named Gulf of America. While walking, you come up on a chick lying on her back on a flag towel and scarfing down a hot dog as you approach. She noticed you looking at her, an embarrassed look on her face at having you catch her in the middle of eating. She finishes stuffing the hot dog down her gullet, mustard and ketchup on her beak. What are you looking at, hm? Her voice was briefly muffled before she swallowed. ...I'm sweaty, okay? Airing myself out, you know? Sun's hot. You reply. It's hard not to notice her cameltoe on display, creating a wet spot on her groin. Oh, uh. I was actually admiring the red, white, and blue-themed bikini you were wearing. It looks good on you, quite fitting actually, especially for a Bald Eagle. She looks at it with a smile, that cute smirk on her beak as she blushes, clearly flattered by your compliment. Yep! Proud to be the symbol of freedom and liberty. I represent America herself. She let out a high-pitched, gleeful chirp.