With the fireworks painting the night sky, summer had officially started for Emanuel. Not that the weather wasn't hot enough already, but there was something about americans going crazy with the pyrotechnics that he always found endearing.

That's how Emanuel found himself out in the street, sitting on the back of his car and watching the multiple bursts of light above him with a beer in hand and a six pack just by his side. It was much needed after the day he had at the Unfinished Paper Company.

There were parts of Unfinished's southern side that was home to some rolling hills of tall grass. They'd dance in the wind, carrying it like a wave. When Paolo had traveled with the Scales of Rebirth before coming to the town of Unfinished, they would always try to scope out the best view for the fireworks. Some on top of the rooftops of an abandoned building, others on the side of a creek. Tonight, the plumes of smoke and igniting sparks were watched from these rolling hills.

location: billion biliards bar

"Surprised they let you in here." Richard had begun to say, taking a swing from a glass bottle before taking a seat next to the other man at the bar. It had been a while since he managed to talk to some people in town. He had started spending most of his days in the Jefferson household, it was quite vast and cozy compared to the Billion Billiards Bar. But it was his first home, he hoped the rest of the Billiard Bikers knew that too.

location: Dent in the Wall Nightclub

"And the bottle lands on... you." Aiden had smirked at the person whom the empty liquor bottle had landed on. It was some kind of 80s sleepover themed night over at the Dent in the Wall, though people still attended in their 2020s fashions. Aiden decided it was interesting enough for him to check out. After a grueling day of being underneath car after car, it was nice to relax and drink from a somewhat expensive bottle, getting to spin it a half hour later. All signs of a good summer to come inside the town of Unfinished.

Open w/ Percy

Percival was a fan. Of Halloween , haunted houses, goth shit, Hot Topic - all that type of stuff- so when occasions arised to celebrate. He did. Happily so. Tonight was costume night at Dragon roll Z. And instead of going utterly ooky spooky with his look. Or being something as basic and overplayed as a zombie or a cowboy. He was a catboy maid. Apron, skirt , stockings and all... oh the chronically online punk twink just knew what he was doing. Taking a few pictures for Instagram in the back kitchen before stepping out on the restaurant floor for his shift.

open w/ Mateo

Mateo's job had him attending to visitors and their needs day in and out. With his dashing smile and charm workdays passed by with ease. He let people's more difficult questions and valid concerns slide. Joking them off or flirting some to put them at ease. Work was for sure work. So on his day off the Puerto Rican man found his way to Unfinished's black sand beach. On the perfect day it seemed. Not too sunny not too cloudy.

Malik is excited to join the festivities of Summerween. The club is a great place to plan and make costumes for such occasions. Malik opted for a Star Trek red shirt. He's gotten some confused glances but it all makes him smile. He's even gotten questioned, if he knows what the red shirt often means. He just shrugged and said, "Sure, but it's my favorite color."

It's no bother though, walking around, telling people about the club's escape rooms. A lot of people light up at the prospect, most even going directly there after.

He's taking a break under some shade when he notices someone walking up to him. He puts on his best smile.

"Hey, how are you? Enjoying the festivities?"

Lucas had taken it upon himself to actually use his many vacation days to enjoy the beach for once. He's been feeling extra trapped at work recently and his usual drinking at the bar or club isn't hitting the same. So, beach day it is.

He's got a towel under him, his swim shorts are tight, and in honor of the town's festivities, he's got an old battered paperback of Dracula.

The sun on his skin rides the line of feeling refreshing and painful. At least it is until something steps up and blocks the light. He squints up to see who it is.

"I won't burst into flames if that's what you're worried about. And Dracula doesn't either but people tend to forget that."