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The bonfire is proving to be a little less intimidating than she thought it'd be. It's lively, easy to get lost in, and even easier to get drunk at, it seems. Shae hasn't gotten too tipsy just yet, and while she does want to try to keep her wits about her, she also desperately wishes she were drunk.
The drinks at Lido Bellanotte are fine, but there are starting to get to be too many people at the beach club, and she finds herself taking a walk and following the locals who seem to know where to go just to get some more space. It brings her not too far at all to a quaint looking bar right along the beach, though it ends up looking almost as packed. She remembers passing by it earlier in the day, and makes a note to herself that it must somewhat popular with the real locals.
"Ah— buonasera," Shae repeats a little lamely, her Italian definitely needing work. She's relieved when the bartender switches to English instantly, and flushes just a bit, knowing it must read on her face that she's definitely a tourist. "Cocktail, if that's alright." She'd noticed how busy it is, and as much as she'd like to spare him the time of mixing up a drink, she's just not one to down a shot of liquor too well. "What do you recommend?"
"Recommend? Cara, you are new here, yes? Do not ask what is recommended." He says, cleaning off the bar with a smooth motion and quickly wiping down a few glasses.
He's not sure why he offers the advice- it's been a long night, the bar is busy and any moment he spends chatting is a moment another customer spends waiting. But despite the tourists shouting orders and tracking sand all over his floors, he's in a good mood. A few familiar faces, just enough to keep his spirits up, and he enjoys the chatter.
Really, that's his favorite part about working the bar- and there are not many.
"Two reasons," He says as he reaches for a cocktail glass from the back shelf, "One, you are not from here. It's very obvious. Any good business man, he gives you the most expensive drink on the menu."
Luca is well aware that he's not a good business man- he's nearly ran this place into the ground enough times to know that. But it does tend to get him regulars- be honest, humble, and people get fond of the old bartender who they think is only fond for them.
"Two," He shifts towards the fruit syrups and grabs the house vodka, "And this is for any bar, not just Capri. If you ask me what I recommend, I give you something that makes me money or that I enjoy, and you would like neither, I promise. Tell me what you like- cherry, almond, sour? Give me a direction and I will make something you will come back for."
wiggling a bottle of beer still half full, gabe would've felt bad to get inside sabbia with foreign alcohol, but he has no problem setting this one on the counter. ❛❛ all set. got this from unattentive tourists of yours. ❜❜ he nods for the older barkeep to peek over his shoulder by the door to far too preoccupied strangers enjoying the night.
with a night made to be bustling with unknown faces, gabe was in need of some sort of respite before going back to take a bath in this wilderness. a quick pitstop, and of course sabbia is where he'd seek that hint of familiarity. he'd hoped to see luca, although not working like a horse the way he was. the season announces itself busy, a glimpse of what's to come at the morning market. he takes a long swing at the thought.
clearing his throat, he shakes his head. ❛❛ actually, came to see if you wanted some help. need more cases brought out front, ice refill ? ❜❜ he isn't looking to work the whole night, but he is known for cheap labor, and luca looks like he could use the help for a second.
Although Luca has lived in a vacation-worthy destination his whole life, there are very few times when he actually wishes for a break. However, seeing Gabe at his bar, now, gives him the same feeling that he assumes the tourists get after a day on the beaches.
The offer is perfectly timed, because the influx of tourists has just gotten bad enough that he's willing to accept an offer, yet not so infuriating that his temper has worn enough to snap at the younger man.
"Yes, you are a saint," Luca laughs, glancing over his shoulder to do a quick mental inventory of his station behind the bar. "If you are offering, an ice refill would be incredible."
He can see the desire for something familiar in some set of Gabe's brows and the way he's looking over like Luca is the only rope thrown in his direction. Something in him softens, maybe out of nostalgia, sympathy, or just knowing that feeling and how good it felt having something to hold on to.
"I'll get you another," He offers, gaze gentle, holding his hand out for the half-empty bottle, "You would not believe what I've seen those tourists do. Better off with a new bottle."
On him, but he's not going to say that- he'll just make sure the payment doesn't transfer.
"Buonasera, come stai?" The bonfire had quite the turnout, and it was good to catch up with some folks he hadn't seen since last summer, plus some new faces, too. He knew people would be filtering to the local businesses, including his own at Rosanova. Thankfully, his cousin was managing the public optics as Alex rested and recuperated, so he got to dodge the bullet of having to work tonight, let alone play pretend with the tourist. "Didn't see you out there, so I figured I would check in and make sure you still had a pulse," he says in jest as he helps himself to a vacant bar stool. "You do know you're allowed to take a break now and then, right?"
"I'm alright," Luca chuckles, taking the free moment to clean a few glasses and flip them on the bar. "I'm sure you're not doing badly yourself, if the bonfire is giving me this rush."
Frankly, Luca would prefer the bustle of his own bar than the bonfire out on the beach in front of it. He doesn't need a special event to enjoy the beaches he grew up on, and he's been too old for those crowds for a long time now. If he wanted to get hit on by a tourist half his age... well, that happens in here too, but at least he's got an easier escape behind the bar.
"Allowed, yes, I know." He confirms, "But why waste the opportunity? Good business here, and there is little I would enjoy less than going out and partying with a bunch of tourists."
henry glances around somewhat uncomfortably; the place is packed and he's alone. he eyes a couple of girls who look his way, blushing when he meets the eyes of one, before ducking his head and traveling to the bar. sliding into the only available bar seat left, he sighs but sends luca a smile. "just a beer, please; blue moon. you're really busy tonight..." it makes sense as its the beginning of the tourist season, and with the bonfire tonight people want to get smashed. "if you need any help, i did a few bar rotations at club rosanova when i first got here - might be a little rusty, but i'm good at picking things up."
The fact that the boy manages to find an empty barstool here tonight is a miracle, but Luca has more gratitude for the fact that he's quiet and straightforward- he's gotten far too used to tourists shouting their orders at him or taking their sweet time ordering when the bar is too busy for him to care.
There's not much he manages to care about at the moment, actually- things have all simplified in the rush, as they always do, each order a simple, repetitive series of motions that he'd memorized years ago. So even now, when Henry asks for a Blue Moon, he doesn't have to think about reaching into the cooler behind the bar and sliding it across the wooden surface.
"It's okay, but thank you." Luca chuckles, shaking his head at Henry's offer. "You have been at the bonfire? Having any fun?"
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it takes him one look around the bar to understand why luca was two seconds away from losing it — stools were occupied, orders were being shouted from every direction and he could see at least ten empty glasses appear in front of his eyes before the full ones even disappeared. his eyebrows frowning as he leans against the bar, lazily watching the older man finishing with another customer because despite the rush he was in, ace looked like he had all the time in the world. “ see, i came in planning to order a drink, now i’m starting to think if i should apply for a shirt, ” his lips crack into a grin, he’s clearly enjoying it. “ you look like you’re about to declare a war on tourist season, did you know that ? ” ace rests his elbows against the counter, his eyes scanning the menu behind luca and taking his sweetest, sweetest time. “ normally i would go for the usual, but i guess tonight i will go for the bestseller .. what is it ? ”
Compared to the loud, busy nature of the bar, having a customer who talked slow and tried to spark up conversation should have been a breath of fresh air. And it is kind of nice to have a drink order that isn't shouted at him from across the bar.
"I'm aware." Luca replies, tone clipped- keeping the perfect customer service attitude kind of disappears after nine; most people just don't care enough (or are too drunk) to complain after dark. He takes the spare moment to wipe down the counter while Ace slowly drags his gaze along the drink list hung above the bar that he's seen hundreds of times by now. "What brings you here tonight? The bonfire wasn't busy enough for you, or you just needed more attention, hm?"
The bestseller? He hasn't been paying enough attention about what people order tonight, making drinks has become simplified to a series of motions he preforms with barely a thought to them. But if he had to guess, tonight, it's probably beer or his cheapest shot of house vodka, with how many partiers have slipped in looking for a cheap drink. But serving Ace a single shot of tequila is just a waste of a good customer.
"For you? Mojito with top-shelf." He says, jerking his thumb up at the most expensive bottle of rum in the bar. "Or I can just make your usual."
status: open // @capritownstarters
when: june 6, 10:30pm
where: sabbia de spiaggia
Luca's grateful that the bar is busy tonight, really, he is. He'd just be a little more grateful if he'd expected the rush and hadn't let his bartender take the night off to go to the bonfire.
Normally, when bigger venues host an event, he'll be lucky to have a wait at the bar. But it's the start of the tourist season, and the one thing that Sabbia does have going for it is its location right by the beach- so his floor is filled with spillovers from the bonfire, the normal groups of tourists who'd end up here, with or without the event, and all the unfortunate people sent into the nearest cheap bar (his) by their friends for another case of beer or a round of shots. All that to say, he's slammed and working the bar alone.
Still. He's grateful for the rush.
After pouring a round of lemon drops for a group at one end of the bar and pushing a glass of water towards a girl who's been sitting at the bar for a few hours too long, he moves toward the person who'd just walked in and flashes them a quick smile. "Buonasera, ah- what can I get for you? Cocktail, shots, another case for the bonfire?"
rundown and pretending it's an aesthetic. late night walks because it's what you've always known. changing and changing and changing again. writing and dreaming and trying to remember that it's all worth it in the end. charming because that's what keeps you alive. always here, disappearing and coming back again because it's all you have.
LUCIANO NECCI ; owner of sabbia de spiaggia // a man who broke apart, picked up the pieces, but still hasn't fit everything back together right.
full name: luciano necci . nicknames: "ciano" for close friends, "luca" for pretty much anyone, and "luke" by tourists too drunk to hear him right . age: fifty-two . date of birth: august 12th . gender: cis male . pronouns: he/him . sexuality: heterosexual .
birthplace: capri, italy . current residence: capri, italy . spoken language(s): fluent italian (first language) and practically fluent english, spoken with an accent . occupation: bar owner . family: maria necci (late wife), adult child - tbd .
faceclaim: shawn hatosy . height: 5'11" . eye color: hazel gray . hair color/style: salt & pepper, loosely curly and kept short . piercings/tattoos: none . style aesthetic: casual, comfortable, functional. mostly jeans, chinos, t-shirts and henleys, maybe a button-up or a polo if he's working the bar. dark neutrals, easy and put-together .
positive traits: hard-working, caring, loyal . negative traits: stubborn, judgmental, critical . likes: spending time with his friends or loved ones, the rare few calm summer evenings, the designated drivers, journaling . dislikes: irresponsible party kids (even if they keep him afloat), getting drunk, the winter, people who always think they're right .
biography
tw: death (heart attack), past alcoholism
luca's lived in capri all his life. his family didn't have much, but they were kind, and that made the necci's beloved in capri. the locals know all the locals, and luca knew everybody. the necci boy was bright and charming and bold, and he never found himself to be lonely.
he grew up making money in the summers by working in tourist shops and restaurants- that's just what people did. he'd flirt and he'd charm for better tips or to get people to keep coming back, because that money helped him stay afloat. it was easy, really, but it always felt like putting on a mask that didn't fit right.
at 17, luca started working at sabbia de spiaggia, right when it opened. he knew the original owner from a previous job, and the location made it popular with tourists, and that was all he needed. he worked hard, he was kind, and he fell hard for a girl who worked at the hotel across the road. maria was more gentle, calmer, and they quickly got together and married young.
an ambitious, clever boy, luca bought sabbia de spiaggia at twenty-four from the previous owner, because they wanted to start a family and luca wanted to have something stable for them to rely on. in the early summer, it seemed like a good investment. it wasn't; summer season was the only time the business really turned a profit, and most locals only stopped by to spend time with luca or any of the bar's employees.
by the time their child was born, things weren't perfect, but they always got by. maria's job had a steady salary and sabbia was usually profitable enough during the summer, so even when business dried up as the tourists left, it was enough for them to coast through.
even if money was tight, there was never a shortage of love in the necci household. luca and maria were deeply in love, and he would push everything aside to be there for his child. they were good parents, and the family was always close with each other.
maria died six years ago. something cardiac, sudden, and unavoidable, and no matter how many times and how many people said it to luca, it didn't stop her death from destroying him. she had been his rock, and they had already spent decades together- he'd never imagined a life without her in it.
the spiral was destructive in every imaginable avenue, the easiest coping mechanism for a bar owner to reach to is a bottle, and luca spent nearly a year hoping that a drink would drown the grief. it didn't- it just made him bitter and angry and awful enough to drive his kid out of capri.
a few of his friends intervened a few months after that, got him talking (and crying, a lot), and eventually started reaching for the phone or a friend or a journal. not that healing was easy- he knew he'd been horrible, knew he had to give his child space until they were ready, and recovering from a drinking problem as a bar owner is no easy feat.
but luca managed. he always does, somehow. for the past few years, he's found himself in a strange sort of stability- aching, with holes in his heart that he's not sure how to fix, with his child not speaking to him and his wife gone- but, still, stable.
he writes on the bad nights. relies on his friends when that's not enough, and tries to stop himself from getting fond of the tourists that remind him of his kid.
until this summer. they're back in capri, luca's terrified of making them want to leave again, but also knows that this can't not be like any other summer- making sure the bar makes enough during tourist season that he can keep things going until next year.
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