lost in this world

He could have picked anywhere to live, anywhere. He had the skillset to succeed anywhere but there was something about it here. Kids yelling in the background, thunking along the boardwalk-- while slightly annoying to him, he could hear the joy in it. Lukas always came up here to calm himself, find some piece of the world that was still carefree and untouched. He did so before he had a big job to complete and if he was anything, he was a man of habit.

He knew better than this, salt and sea breeze always coaxing the devil-may-care out, the bigger part of his sandwich left over. Luke tore pieces off towards an ever growing horde of seagulls. He casually looked around like he was breaking the law, and on the beach it was an unspoken one, "listen," he started as he caught the eyes of another, "I do know better-" he continued haphazardly tearing off yet another piece of bread, "but there's a certain thrill about it." He joked, but not really, "is this the time I finally have trained them? Built an army? We don't know unless we try."

When he’d hired Becky, he’d seen someone who had a creative spark similar to his own. And he was pretty lenient with hiring people, especially those that he felt he could have a connection of any sort with. He liked to think they were friends outside of the boss and employee relationship. 

“Alright, when they’re ready, be prepped to take their orders. I expect we’re getting a lot from this group.” Harry let them in, the group in question wanting to be at the bar was no surprise to him. It was an area that was often taken up quickly. He booted up the background music from behind the bar and started getting to work.

Her dark eyes moved to the group down the bar, at the farthest point from them. It could go two ways with that group. They could be the best of the night and leave a big tip. Or they could become very, very annoying because of the amount of alcohol that they were drinking. And Becky was hoping very much that it was not going to be the last matter. "I'm sure we'll be able to deal with them. As long as they stay nice." Even though Becky did do this for a few years now, cutting people off because she thought they had enough to drink was still not one of her favourite things to do.

"There you are!" Harry wasn't one to get upset if an employee was running a few minutes late. Granted, she was right on time, so he was teasing her. "Did you get a few chunks of paragraphs written today?" That was certainly one way to ask if she'd gotten any writing done. Some inspiration had struck him earlier today as well, so he'd gotten some of a new song written down. A few more verses and it would be ready to test out with the weekend crowd.

"I wish I could say that I have written a few paragraphs today. The writer's block is still present and I am growing frustrated," Becky admitted as she scrunched her nose. She was not happy with the situation at all and she was out of ideas on how to get out of this funk. Work at the bar was actually a pleasant distraction.

Becky's gaze moved to the people who had walked in already and she smiled at Harry. "Thank you. But just put me to work boss, I'm ready," she let him know. She quickly wrapped the apron around her waist before taking her place behind the bar.