#atgabeach

Stevie had always liked the beach, the sound of the water, the feel of the sand, but there was also a sense of melancholy attached to it too. It always reminded her of her dad, of all the trips they’d take fishing together and how much fun they had out on the boat. It’d been a while since she’d really thought about any of that, years actually. But the memories hit her all at once as she stood with her feet sunk down into the sand watching a boat with a family heading out. A sad smile pulled at her lips at the sound of the little girl on the boat giggling, her fingers quickly wiping away the tears that started rolling down her cheeks as she took a shaky breath in until she saw something stirring out of the corner of her eye. “Jesus, fuck!” She cleared her throat, quickly turning her face away to wipe it. “Sorry. I didn’t think anyone else was around here.” She shook her head as she looked over at the visitor.

Eric felt a little nervous. Not being able to hide behind his suit, he felt slightly exposed. Not that it mattered as he was looking good. In a simple blue vest and black swimming shorts, He padded across the beach to a place close to the water but also close to the bar. He laid his towel down and smiled at the person nearby. Eric pulled off his top and slipped off his baseball cap, letting his usually neat hair, fall in loose curls around his face. “ Not in your way am I?” He asked “ Because I can move a bit to the left if you want to be closer to the bar.”

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After a nice swim, Benjamin decided to sunbathe for a bit. He pulled out his bottle of sunscreen and started to apply it on his face and shoulders. Yet when he wanted to put cream on his back he found himself struggling. He decided to ask the first person he saw “Hey, awkward question but could you like help me reach my back, I cannot seem to do it myself?”

“I’d love to be coordinated enough to play volleyball, but the last thing I need to be doing is splitting my lip because I caught a hit to the face” Aine sighed with a soft laugh as she watched people splitting into teams. “But by all means, go for it. I’ll cheer from the sidelines and hope my luck doesn’t send the ball sailing directly at me anyways” She shook her head, “Plus I’ll end up with a nasty sunburn out there”

Despite outward appearances, Wren lived to go to the beach. Having grown up in a rather sand-infested state, she was used to the invasive little grains, but being near the water was a treat in and of itself. Since coming to Atlanta five years prior, she’d visited Tybee a handful of time, usually finding a secluded little patch of beach and sitting with her camera or sketchpad, capturing sweet memories or little moments that intrigued her. The moment the beach party was announced, she’d begun to pack her things; while the dark-haired girl was usually fairly secluded in attitude, this was the one event where she wanted to actively be a part of, ready to follow her brother’s advice about branching out more.