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Location: WellCliff Beach Status: Open @wellcliffstarters​

“word to the wise…while the themed drink ‘the dick sucker’ might sound appealing…it’s fucking nasty. i can taste the rainbow and it’s not…great.” despite himself he, took another sip, making a face before handing it to the other, “here. wanna try?” he plucked a straw and placed it in the drink. june was easily his favorite month of year. pride was his favorite. the only time he seemed to really let loose. 

“is it bad that i replaced his lube with hot sauce or did i overreact just a little?”

“—huh? What do you mean it’s not yet Christmas?” Kari asked as she held her 6th bottle of beer. “Everyday is Christmas. Christmas lives in us. There have been studies about Christmas being everyday. You can’t contradict that. And no, I’m not drunk.” @wellcliffstarters​

open starter → location; the beach, 11 pm | @wellcliffstarters

There’s a long list of things Aidan loves about her job at Sparky’s–the laidback environment, picking up on all the town gossip, getting to give entitled drunk men a piece of her mind when necessary–the list goes on. But probably her favorite thing is getting the cooks to give her baskets of delicious, perfectly golden french fries to eat behind the bar practically every shift. It may seem like a small thing, but she’s tried many a french fry in her day, and none of them compare to Sparky’s. It’s a weekday and still pretty early, so the bar is slow except for a few regulars who are already taken care of, and Aidan finds herself munching on the fried delicacy while queueing up some songs for the night. She’s so distracted by the taste and the music that she doesn’t realize the person walking into the bar until they’re seated right in front of her. “Oh sh–,” the bartender starts, swallowing and standing up straight from her position leaning against the bar. “Sorry, didn’t hear you come in.” She chuckles to herself and runs a hand through her short hair. “Can I get you started with something? I can definitely recommend the fries.” 

After her morning at the studio, Ruby was getting ready to head out and go about her day. It was mid afternoon by now, her radio show having just gone off the air about thirty minutes ago, and she’d taken her time saying goodbye to her coworkers before walking out the door. She loved her job more than anything in the world, getting to co-host a show on her favorite station, the one she’d listened to since she moved to Wellcliff as a teenager. It always seemed to good to be true, but that was her life and she was thankful for it. 

Location: Hot Dog Stand, The Boardwalk Status: Open

“All I’m saying is, it literally took me 23 years to realize that salt and pepper didn’t make paprika.” Cade fired back to seemingly no one in particular as he leaned against the fence blocking off the boardwalk from the rest of the beach. “Blue’s Clue’s is either out here lying to children about how it’s made or the Mr. and Mrs. have some additional explaining to do.” He added before he recognized the strange look he was receiving from the other person who was sitting a few feet away on one of the benches. He made a motion to try and explain that he had an air pod in and that he wasn’t a complete lunatic sitting on the boardwalk talking to himself about, but that didn’t do him much good when all of a sudden it was falling out of his ear and into the sand below. “Shit!” He exclaimed the frustration thick in his voice as he glanced over and contemplated the drop, down to the sand. “Quick initial thoughts, too high up to jump over or should I make the long trek along the beach?”

// @wellcliffstarters​ | 5pm @ the bonfire

Come on it’s tradition. Yeah of a place that he had left behind. Fuck as a teenager John enjoyed the bonfire, after all what not to like, an evening on the beach, the chance to sneak out with his friends, staying up until way too late (and of course stealing some booze when the ‘grown ups’ weren’t looking). Now though.