Sunset Beach Condos

Author's note: This is an open roleplay for people to jump in and connect! Surf day means that there's a surfing contest and it will be broadcasted live on TV for everyone to gather, watch and cheer with friends! Get your cheer and sport spirit up!

Shortly after opening time

Second day. It was almost like she was in California yesterday. Megan stared up at the cracked paint on the ceiling as she lounged in her bed. Whenever she comes somewhere new and sleeps over, she always woke up incredibly early, and this time it was no different. It was a brink of dawn when she woke up and she had far too much time on her hands before she would visit the bar.

She had enough money, however, everything fucking costs, and if she wants to enjoy her time here and not limit her spending, she would need to find a job. Yesterday she saw at the Black Anchor that they're looking for a bartender, which she noted to speak to the owner before the position was taken.

After the morning coffee, breakfast and sweet ass time she took on her makeup and outfit, Megan left the apartment apartment around the time when the bar would open. But on her way there, she had noticed that a lot of people have been gathering at the beach, including film crews and emergency vehicles.

Apparently it's surfing contest day today and it will be all the rage. A lot of people will be at the beach or in establishments or their homes, watching it live on the TV, as it was a big deal in this area. Honestly, Megan had never been a part of the scene and she figured she'd watch it at the bar once the contest starts, but for now, her main focus was The Black Anchor.

She arrived shortly after the opening. At this point, the bar was pretty much empty and the only person inside was the woman she saw the day prior - Sadie, Megan recalled.

"Hey! Sorry for coming in just as you're preparing for the day." Megan said as she smiled at the woman and approached her.

"I actually came here to apply for the bartender position. I just moved here yesterday and I'd love to start working as soon as possible." Megan was ready in case Sadie needed to ask any questions regarding her experience or anything else she wanted to know. Megan took a great liking to this place and wouldn't mind to actually spend most of her days here. Besides, if there's anything that Megan thrives in - it's connections with people.

It had been a few days of non-stop busyness. With making sure Fitzpatrick was truly on the mend, looking for reliable employees, and having to work behind the bar constantly, Sadie decided to put a sign up to look for another bartender. She could do it herself, but she did have a life outside of working. Especially now that things have changed so drastically in her life. She wanted to get to know Fitzpatrick more and spend quality time with him outside of the penthouse. She also had quite a few friends she wanted to loiter with as they were just as important. So, hiring another loyal, trustworthy employee was on the forefront of her mind as she started setting up for the opening for the day.

She made sure she had everything she needed and that the bar was fully stocked before she opened the bar doors. There was a huge surf competition starting that day, and planned to open slightly earlier than usual, so ones that didn't want to watch on the beach could watch it on the big screen in the bar. She had just placed the last whiskey glass on the rack when the front door opened, and she looked over and the girl, Megan, had entered the establishment. She gave a welcoming smile as the woman approached her. She listened to Megan speak and chuckled slightly. "I just finished preparing for the day, actually, so welcome to interrupt me." She then heard Megan start speaking again, and Sadie listened.

"I am glad to see someone actually came to apply. I have been needing an extra hand here lately and could give you a trial run to see how you fit." She looked her over and noted that the woman actually wore shoes instead of sandals. Though she dressed differently from herself, she still thought that Megan was gorgeous. Sadie didn't judge based on appearances, nor would she ever. She would get to know someone by their own personalities, knowing everyone was different. She smiled at Megan. "I don't think I caught your name yesterday. Again, my name is Sadie. May I know your name?" She introduced herself again as she offered her hand to give her a shake. If she took it, she would feel that Sadie's temperature was slightly well beyond that of an average person. After pulling her hand back, she smiled before she asked. "Do you have any experience bartending? And if you are up for it, how soon is soon to start, lovely? I can give you a trial run today if you are up to it. Though it may get hectic here later." She looked around the bar and then back at Megan as she spoke. "I could actually use the help if you are willing."

Megan liked her immediately. Not only Sadie was a beautiful woman, she just had this aura about her that made her really pleasant. Liking your own boss mattered a lot. These people in a way have your whole entire life in their hands, and it helps when it's someone who is a decent human being.

"Oh yeah, I remember last night, you were really all over the place. Glad to see that this place is so frequented." Megan commented. She reached out to shake hands with her. "I am Megan. Lovely to meet you." she smiled genuinely at her. And just like with Jax, Sadie's body was noticeably warmer...

Maybe the locals here have adjusted to the temperatures here? It was strange.

"My first job was as a waitress and I was moved to the bar. You can kind of say that bars have been a big part of my life, both in and out of work life. I have been bartending for about three years consistently back in California." she explained. And she wasn't exaggerating. Clubs and bars have always been a part of her scene. It was a lifestyle she was beyond familiar with.

"I was actually hoping I'd start today. I had seen that there's a surfing contest going on today, the whole place seems like it'll go crazy. I'd be happy to help!" Mega said with a smile, ready to take on the work.

She listened to Megan as she told her what qualifications she had and took an instant liking of her. She got the feeling the girl was telling the truth and that she seemed to be upbeat, yet took notice of the surroundings and the people. "I definitely was a bit busy last night, but I wouldn't change it. Shows that it's a good business." She said to Megan and smiled, knowing she knew how lucrative the alcohol business was and how long she had been around it. "I think you will work out fine here. But, let us get through today and see how you feel at the end of it. What do ya say, gorgeous?" She winked at her and waited for her to respond. She started laughing when she heard her reply and said... "Well, that's what I like to hear. Let me show you around and get you set up before our day starts."

She started walking through the establishment and showed her where the kitchen, restrooms, and employees lounge were. She showed her the POS system and how to work it, in case she needed a refresher. Then she showed where all the alcohol and the items needed were stored, even down to the mini dishwasher by the sink. She had two hallways on each side of the bar, one of which was where the restrooms, kitchen, and the employee lounge were. The other side was her office and the storage room that led into a cellar. Usually, that stayed locked, and no one but her and a few people she trusted had a key. She was soon back at the bar and looked at Megan. "Any questions, concerns, and ideas? I am open to listening and encourage people to come to me with problems or anything else." She smiled at Megan and waited for her to say or ask anything before they started getting busy.

Megan followed Sadie and made sure to absorb all the information to the best of her ability and remember everything she told her. Most of her attention was on the menu though, making out what types of drinks and cocktails there were, though to be fair, the food that they make here also sounds fucking delicious and she figured that she wouldn't have to worry about getting food from elsewhere and actually get to indulge in a decent meal, other than the unhealthy fast foods.

Upon Sadie asking her if she has any questions or ideas, Megan thought of today's event. "Do you do any other themes? In bars I worked at, we had some thematic events, such as playing only a certain type of music with a dress code that matches the genre, pop quizzes and gigs. People really liked the immersiveness of those events." she shared with her.

After showing Megan the ends and the outs of the bar, she asked her if she had any questions, concerns, or ideas. Upon asking that, Megan asked her about themes at the bar, and it sparked more curiosity thinking about it. Sadie cocked her head towards the side with a look of intrigue to the idea as her new hire told her about other bars. "You know? That's a good idea. The bar hasn't been open long. I had a lot of renovations, keeping the unsavory characters from coming in again, and got the kitchen finally serving. I think that's a good idea. There is a small stage and piano over there in the corner." She paused and thought of the idea of adding the possibility of themes. She was lost in thought for a moment before she came to and looked at Megan again. "What do you think of doing 'Themed Weekends'? Either every weekend or every other weekend would suffice." She asked Megan genuinely wonder what she would think.

Sadie had always been open to ideas and suggestions, though majority of the time she liked being independent and coming up with what she thought was best, though some of her ideas has landed her in trouble more than a few a few times. Especially if they were failed ideas. She was also her own worst critic when it came to failures. "I like the idea. And if it fails, then no harm, no foul. Let's come up with some themes, and then we can go from there?" She said this as a question, but also sincerely liked the idea. She also was really starting to like Megan and was thoroughly impressed that the girl she had just hired was already coming up with how to get the bar more business.

She soon pulled out her phone from her back pocket and looked at the time. "We can brainstorm as much as we can when we can. But, in the meantime, I believe the competition is about to start, and I need to get the TVs on. I am almost ninety- nine percent positive that at least one of my friends is competing today." She smiled at Megan and thought about a few more things before she continued. "There are drink recipes and the measurements to make them on a laminated flip booklet near the bar. It has quite an array of drinks that can be made. If you come up with your own, let me know. We can get it on the menu." She stood back a little and let Megan get accustomed to the bar and see if she had anymore questions for her.

Normally, Sindy worked night shifts at the The Black Anchor, but there were some exceptions. Every once in a while, Sindy would work a daytime shift, especially if there were large-scale events, like big sports games or competitions. Today was going to be one of those days. Sure, the last few nights (and days) were busy non-stop. It wasn't anything Sindy couldn't handle, though it was a little tougher because she was in the late stages of pregnancy with triplets. A lot of people probably had questions as to why she was still working. Well, she was a damn good bartender and didn't want to coped up in her apartment for weeks on end. At least not until Maternity Leave starts. But that was still weeks away. Regardless, she'll cross that bridge when it is time.

For this morning, after a workout and breakfast, Sindy made her way to the Black Anchor, which was thankfully not too far from home. At least not far enough to where she had to use her Jeep every time. It was nice to be able to walk to work. Upon arriving, Sindy set her purse in her locker, straightened out her dress and went to clock in. Afterwards, she would make her way back to the front of the bar, where she saw her Boss talking to another woman. "Morning Sadie." Sindy called out, smiling and greeting her Boss before turning to the other woman. "And I don't think I've seen you around before, what's your name?"

While Sadie was waiting to see if Megan had any more questions, another employee came up front. It was Sindy, another bartender that she had hired a while back. Due to Sindy being very heavily pregnant, she had decided to make some changes to the scheduling in the bar, including moving Sindy to day shifts. Since they weren't as busy and the employee could hopefully keep up with the fast pace of the business. It also was getting to be very dangerous, not just for Sindy herself but the other employees that worked at The Black Anchor.

Upon seeing Sindy, she gave her a small smile and... "Good morning, Sindy." Then looked her over, and that prompted her to remember that she had changed the employee dress code for the bar. To make it a little easier for the patrons to find the staff and the employees to have less hazardous situations. She looked between Sindy and Megan before she spoke again. "I forgot that I had shirts made for the employees. I'm trying to have a little uniformity for our crew here." She smiled at Megan and then looked back over at Sindy. "I haven't seen you in a few days, plus with me being busy dealing with a few personal matters, it slipped my mind. I also needed to talk to you in private about a few things if you have the time right now?" She looked around the bar and noticed they weren't quite busy yet and that the other bartender could help Megan for a while.

As she waited for Sindy's response as she looked over at Megan. "I have a box of the shirts in the employee lounge. If you would like to go, take a look for your size, you are more than welcome to." If Megan went to the break room, she would find the box of mixed t-shirts of black and charcoal grey with the bar logo on the front and the word 'STAFF' on the back. She wasn't trying to he a tyrant, but after all she did to get the bar up and running, she wanted to make it a little more unified. Starting with her staff. She expected them to wear sensible non-slip shoes and bottoms that were more form-fitting that wouldn't easily catch on anything.

" I am going to leave you on your own for a second while I take Sindy to my office so we can discuss a few things, and then we will both be back up here. If you need any help, just ask, and someone will help." She spoke to Megan and smiled, feeling like she could trust the girl. Sadie then turned to Sindy and... "If you are ready, let's go to my office before we get busy, and I forget." She chuckled softly and nodded head towards her office signaling that's where she will be when Sindy was ready.

Sindy listened as Sadie said that she had made shirts for the crew and wanting to have a little uniformality. Then once Sadie asked to speak with her privately, Sindy couldn't help but think that she was in trouble. However, she couldn't really think of why she would be in trouble because she hasn't been around the last few days between a Dentist Appointment, Doctor's Appointment and a regular day off which she had spent resting. She then proceeded to brush it aside because she was just overthinking and being paranoid for no reason. "Sure thing, I'm ready whenever you are."

Following up, Sadie proceeded to inform the new girl that there was a box of the shirts in question was in the employee lounge before stating that she'd be left alone while she and Sindy went to her office. And if the new girl needed help, just ask. This was quickly followed up by her signalling for Sindy to follow her to the Office. "Yes ma'am, ready whenever you are." Sindy replied as she proceeded to waddle behind Sadie to the office, away from the bar.

Megan noted a heavily pregnant woman coming into the bar, thinking that it may be a customer, however she was surprised to learn that this is actually an employee - one that may have to go on the leave, by the looks of things. When the woman addressed her, Megan offered her a friendly smile and offered her hand to shake. "Megan. New here, both in Florida and Anchor. Nice to meet you!"

She turned then to Sadie as she explained that they have shirts to wear, which was nothing new. Megan has a very peculiar style that she would incorporate in her every day life, as much as she felt sad for her outfit of the day to cover it in shirts, having a job is more important and she would nod to Sadie as she looked over at the mentioned box with the shirts.

Once Sadie stated that the two of them would need to talk in the office, Megan smiled again. "I'll be at the bar then if you need me. Or if you two need something to drink too, you know where to find me." she said with a little bit of amusement. If nothing was asked of her further, Megan would go at the bar and take one of the baggier shirts that would feel comfortable over her corset and set the hat on the clothing rack as she looked over the bar t get accustomed with the organization of mugs, glasses, ingredients and machines.

He pulled up to The Black Anchor Bar in his newly re-built 1951 baby blue Chrysler New Yorker a little earlier than he would normally show up. He had been hired to cook and manager the kitchen (this was handled in DMs and will eventually be posted in a thread), and he had a lot to prep before the day started. He opened the door of his car, stepped out, and closed the door behind him, locking it. He wasn’t in his uniform yet, just a pair of roomy jeans shorts that hung to right below the knee, a black wife beater style tank top, and a pair of dark, black sunglasses. He had been told his tattoos weren’t a problem, which was a good thing as they weren’t going anywhere. Since he was driving a convertible, he was able to reach into the backseat of the car and grab the plastic bag with his uniform. He shoved his hand through the handles and laid it to hang from his muscled forearm. He then reached for the two large bags of groceries he had gotten for today’s menu from the local farmer’s market. Laiden with bags, he walked away from his car and into the bar.

He hadn’t seen the completed bar yet; he had expected pictures from Creed, but none had come – this was definitely the place though. He had shown up for his interview when the bar was still being renovated and had to cook in Sadie’s itty-bitty kitchen. But the burger he had made her had gotten him a job offer on the spot. He had needed to go back to Vegas for a few weeks to square away some business and get ready for a temporary move to Florida. He was here now, and the bar looked fantastic. She had done a good job, and he was looking forward to bringing in the locals for the food as much as the booze.

He had a little trouble with the door. He had to grab the handle, pull hard, and step in the way of the door before it closed. It thumped him in the back, and he let out a small grunt – not indicating pain or discomfort, only a small annoyance. He heard the boss and another woman in her office and saw a dolly behind the bar with black hair with red streaks in it. He wasn’t sure if his arrival had been shared with the other employees, but to avoid any confusion or awkwardness he decided to approach the bar and introduce himself. “Hey,” came a deep, bold, velvety voice. “I’m the new cook. Name’s Dean.” He placed the bags of groceries on the bar top and offered the woman his heavily tattooed hand. “Seems we will be working together, Miss…?”

Megan's attention shifted up to the door with a figure behind it that seemed to struggle with it for a bit, though she raised her eyebrows as the man walked in with bags of groceries. She immediately noted the handsome features and the unique look to him. And to her pleasant surprise - he was a coworker.

You know, this place sure as hell has a looot of hot people here, huh? She thought to herself as she kept up that charming, but very sharp smile. Megan's whole being exuded with both confidence and easy-going demeanor, it showed she was very comfortable in her own skin and with it - the whole environment. Yet she was not forceful with the way she interacted with people. Actually, she interacted with everyone as if they were an old friend she's seeing for the first time after a decade.

"Megan." she introduced herself briefly as she reached for his hand with a firm and confident handshake. "That's actually pretty cool, I'm a bartender. First day here and second day in Florida in general. Sadie said it's gonna be busy today with the competition, so its good to know we'll have someone handling the kitchen."

Dean was mostly quiet but could be an extrovert when it was called for. Right now, he had a lot of work to do before the doors opened. He shook Megan’s hand firmly but not firmly enough to hurt her. He was always aware of the amount of force he put into handshakes. “I will be mostly in the kitchen but I am TABC certified and can jump behind the bar with you if the kitchen is slow but the bar is hot.” Sadie had told him to be ready to do anything that came his way, so he was. Dean rested an elbow on the bar and leaned heavily on it, taking a rest – he would be on his feet for the next several hours. “The crowd out on the beach is already thick. Should be a bitchin’ time.” He offered her a smile and a cocky nod of the head, “Just mean lots of people wanting refreshments and food.”

He placed both his palms on the bar top and stood up straight. He gathered the grocery bags in his arms and stepped back. “I better get choppin’.” He started to head towards the kitchen which was parallel with the bar and she would be able to see in at him as he worked. He placed the bags down in the kitchen and started to organize, creating stations where he would handle the proteins, the vegetables, and the sauces. He popped his head out of the kitchen, “Megs, does ‘50s music bother you?” He thought it polite to ask before he turned on the play list on his phone. He usually had it a bit loud as the kitchen usually got rather loud as he worked.

She nodded when he said that he is qualified enough to help her if shit hits the fan, but Megan was not really worried about it. She wouldn't expect anyone to leave their post to help her, and she also doesn't mind being thrown into the fire. It's been a while since she last worked as a bartender, but there's nothing difficult about bartending except for dealing with the people. You learn your way around drinks and the rotations when shit gets busy, but when you have a bunch of assholes thinking their time is more important than anybody else's in the locale, that's when pressure builds - that's where you can recognize a good bartender.

"Luckily for me, I worked in LA bars for a couple of years, I doubt anything will knock me off my wave." she said with a smirk.

When he prepared to work, Megan just gave him a casual salute with two fingers as she was arranging everything behind the bar, to hear him pop the question from the kitchen. "Oooh '50s, eh? You strike me as the type." she said with a chuckle. "What are we playin'? Are we goin' rockabilly '50s with Elvis or maybe like James Brown, Connie Francis, Johnny Cash, Flamingos...?" Megan loved 20th century music in general. She spent majority of her life just exploring the decades of music to really experience that feeling. Nostalgia for a time you were never present in was a real thing, but Megan just preferred old music to what people are listening today. She looks the type to listen to alternative music, but she mostly goes for the old stuff rather than the new.

Not for a moment would Dean assume that Megan couldn’t handle her shit behind the bar. It was just sometimes it was nice to know there was someone who could offer back up. Sometimes the kitchens were busy, sometimes they weren’t but the bar was usually always cookin’ with gas. He grinned playfully, “Alright, Miss Megs from LA. I look forward to seeing your moves.” He was chopping away at vegetables as the grilled warmed up when he realized just how quiet it was in the kitchen. Not wanting to irritate anyone, he asked his only present co-worker if she was cool with some tunes.

He was pleased to know she wasn’t unfamiliar with the decade that he idolized. “ I have never been much of an Elvis man, myself. Which is funny since I come from Vegas where Elvis is more of a God than just the King.” The list she threw at him had him offer her a grin and nod some. “You got some good ones. How about adding: Bobby Darin, Sam Cook, Little Anthony, Skeeter Davis, Chordettes – nothing too crazy. Just some good songs to make ya want to rattle.” He set his phone on the counter, hit play, and turned up the volume a little. “Do you think the pirates would be offended?”

He went back to chopping until the veggies were done, he switched to the protein station and started butchering what he had bought. He butterflied and removed the not so nice parts from chicken breasts before placing them on a pan to be seasoned. He had brought his own neoprene gloves that were black in color – they were slimy almost instantly.

She grinned back at him when playfully quipped at her, liking a more dynamic relationship with her colleagues. Being friends with them is definitely a plus, but building that shit up is delicate. Besides, Megan doesn't like people who are too tense or don't know how to have fun at their job - those types of people make absolute hell out of your job.

"Elvis is such a superficial and easy choice, isn't it?" she commented and it was true. "He has quite a status for someone who was stealing music from others, but hey, he's a hot white guy thrusting his hips in the faces of the public. I don't even think he's that hot." she shrugged. However, she turned to look at Dean with a shocked and actually quite excited expression when he mentioned that he's from Nevada. "No way! I was actually born in Nevada, but in Primm. I often visited Vegas, though. My friend and I actually had fake IDs back in the day to gamble." she said with a chuckle, which actually was not that long ago. A little over 5 years ago.

She listen as he listed more artists and bands as she grinned. "Honestly, the pirates can go fuck themselves, they had more than enough booties. Also, The Champs' Tequila is undefeated, and I'm gonna fight to the death about this fact." she said with amusement jamming to the music that was playing.

In the meantime, a couple came in and sat down n the furthest side of the locale, near the window. Megan jammed along as she walked over to take their orders, making sure that her energy was good, as the attitude and mood of the waiter really does affect the customers. Taking their orders, Mean moved back to the bar to make a cocktail for the girl and prepare a pint of beer for the guy, which was easy enough before she moved back to the bar, as she lit up a cigarette while keeping an eye on the clientele, but they were hardly even felt as they were deep in conversation with one another, leaving Megan open to do fuck-all until something else happens.

Dean thought being friends with his co-workers would be better than no one talking and just brooding around for the entire shift. The people you work with become a second family, that was his experience, at least. He could have come in surly and not wanting to chat, but then he would just be the dickhead in the kitchen rather than Dean. He would rather be Dean. When she said that the pirates can go fuck themselves, he laughed pretty hard. “I wouldn’t say no to some booty. Tell those pirates to share.”

When the couple came in, he thought about turning the music down. But Megan moved across the bar with that dance in her step and he knew the tunes would give them both a good day. He finished the chicken, put the glass cutting board and the knife in the sink and threw the gloves in the trash. He came out of the kitchen then and approached Megans. “Two things. First: I will have steak and chicken fajitas ready in about half an hour. I can serve them by the pound with caramelized onions and peppers, as a pair of tacos, or as quesadillas. Second: May I get some water? The grill is making it hot back there.”

Megan snorted when he said that he would not say no to the booty and basically had to bite her tongue from saying something inappropriate, which would be considered too soon and untimely. Megan's humor isn't always dark, it can be very cheeky with a lot of innuendos, but her humor is always inappropriate, which means that she really has to cut back while she's at work, or at least until everyone grow comfortable with each other. So instead she simply said: "Well, I guess it depends on what type of booty we're talking about. I'd go for all. But then I wouldn't be here." she shrugged, leaving it up in the air what she meant. But if one knows Megan, it's inappropriate humor, which is based on truth.

After she finished serving the first customers of the day and her enjoying her cigarette, she looked over at Dean as he came out, talking about the food he was making, which made her look over his shoulder into the kitchen for a moment before looking up at him, with the expression that showed great interest in food. "Ooohhh, you are staring strong already. I'll be starving soon at this rate."

When he asked for water, Megan got to work. "Comin' right up." she fetched for the glass and the bottle of water, but she also added three ice cubes inside. Working in a kitchen must be a hot hell, but working in a kitchen in a tropical area like this was even worse. She walked over to him with the glass. "If you want to, I can add some lemon too. Don't die in there in a couple of hours, don't be shy, feel free to ask for buckets of water if you need it." she said with amusement as she smiled at him.

The best kind of humor for Dean was the inappropriate kind - inappropriate humor, sexual innuendos, sarcasm galore, add in some ‘50s slang and you are speaking Dean’s language. He wasn’t easily offended by humor. He grinned mischievously at Megs snappy retort about booty. “The beach is a good place to start your search. The waves like to steal bottoms all day long.” He was assuming and poking fun at Megan, hoping to strike up a good repour between them.

When Megan went to get his water, he scampered out of the kitchen and snagged her cigarette. He took a drag and savored the burn in his lungs and the buzz of the nicotine before he blew the smoke out and replaced her cigarette where she had left it. When she approached with his water, he accepted it and took a long drink. “Maybe make an Island Cooler for the event. Something you can make really fast as a special. Like, vodka, Sprite, and blue curacao. It looks fancy and tropical but it is fast and cheap to make.” He winked and clicked his tongue at her as he headed back into the kitchen.

“When you get hungry, let me know. I’m using ribeye in lime juice so it has zig and the chicken will have a hint of pineapple.” He shrugged as he backed into the kitchen. “Men who cook are sexy. Am I right?” He was joking, trying to start that banter. But when he got back into the kitchen, making sure no one could see, he changed out of his jeans shorts and tank top and into a pair of black chef’s pants and his chef’s coat. It would hot as fuck, but it was the uniform of the kitchen. He then went to work marinating the steak in the lime juice as he cooked the chicken on the grill, adding splashes of pineapple juice to keep the breasts from drying out.

Megan laughed when he said that the beach is a good way to start when going to the beach, as the waves steal the bottoms all day. The beach has nothing but the bottoms at the end of the day. All shapes and sizes. "how the hell do you want me to start with the beach with all the booties there, I don't discriminate but I can't drag them all into my apartment." she joked, now not being so indirect, as Dean had slowly started breaking that barrier enough for Megan to feel like they can joke. Last thing she wants is to get in trouble for running her dirty mouth. This time both of them are gonna be landlubbing.

She had caught on to him stealing her cigarette, which she said nothing about it as she handed him some water. She noted his suggestion for the drink for today's event, which she had decided to make on the spot and give it a shot, only she'll have to mention it every time she takes orders from the people. She also saw that there's some cute beach umbrellas for added decoration and some lemon slices to top it off. "Man, I wish there were little surfboard decorations. I think I could make some some other day." she said more to herself. Megan was very creative and crafty, her life before Florida and before she was on the run, she had been making her own clothes and had her own brand, besides being a relatively popular model back in LA, at least a popular model in the alt scene before having to scrub her whole existence for her own safety.

"I'm fucking starving already, so count me in. It is already smelling so damn good as it is." she could feel her stomach rumbling as the scent of the food began to fill the area. She could really dig in as she heard the sizzles in the background. When he said that men who cook are sexy, she grinned, focusing on the making of the cocktail, unaware that he's changing. "You may as well be the James Dean of the kitchen. Greasy greaser. Yum." she joked as she laughed in amusement. "Of course men who cook are sexy as hell. Kitchen fantasies all the way for some hot messiness, bedroom unrequired." she said with a big grin and set the cocktail on the display, it's warm colors looking like a sunset, with a cherry sitting on top of the ice with a colorful sunbrella sitting at the brim as she took her cigarette and looked at it before adding two colorful straws. It was a simple drink to make and with some decorations, it really came together.