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Rebecca Morrison. Becky, Becks, Vanessa Miller. She/her pronouns, cis woman, October 27th 1996. Born in Briar Ridge, left for a bit but has returned now - all grown up. Bartender at Golden Hour Beach Bar by night, wanna be author by day. Single child, just her and her dad. Rents a small apartment downtown.

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where → briar beach pier and boardwalk who → open starter (cap 5)

He could have picked anywhere to live, anywhere. He had the skillset to succeed anywhere but there was something about it here. Kids yelling in the background, thunking along the boardwalk-- while slightly annoying to him, he could hear the joy in it. Lukas always came up here to calm himself, find some piece of the world that was still carefree and untouched. He did so before he had a big job to complete and if he was anything, he was a man of habit.

He knew better than this, salt and sea breeze always coaxing the devil-may-care out, the bigger part of his sandwich left over. Luke tore pieces off towards an ever growing horde of seagulls. He casually looked around like he was breaking the law, and on the beach it was an unspoken one, "listen," he started as he caught the eyes of another, "I do know better-" he continued haphazardly tearing off yet another piece of bread, "but there's a certain thrill about it." He joked, but not really, "is this the time I finally have trained them? Built an army? We don't know unless we try."

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The biggest bonus of living in Briar Ridge, was the beautiful beach that the place had. And Becky just loved spending time outside and on the beach. A bag with a notepad, a blanket and a book was lifted onto her shoulders as she made her way closer to the sand so she could just sit there and enjoy one of the few sunny days they were having these days. Her peace was rather interrupted by the sound of many seagulls that were gathering at the person sitting a few feet away. "You do know that you are not supposed to feed them, right? Even if you want to build your army of seagulls."

#interactions.#para.#lukas nasso 001.#lukasso

worthyhero

“Writers block, huh? Perhaps you need a hit of inspiration. It happens to everyone, artists and the like. You’ll get there. From what you’ve told me of the premise of your book, it sounds like it’ll be great once you finish it. Just be patient and try not to get too frustrated with it.”

When he’d hired Becky, he’d seen someone who had a creative spark similar to his own. And he was pretty lenient with hiring people, especially those that he felt he could have a connection of any sort with. He liked to think they were friends outside of the boss and employee relationship.

“Alright, when they’re ready, be prepped to take their orders. I expect we’re getting a lot from this group.” Harry let them in, the group in question wanting to be at the bar was no surprise to him. It was an area that was often taken up quickly. He booted up the background music from behind the bar and started getting to work.

“”I’ve been doing pretty good, actually. Might introduce a new song this weekend if it all pans out. How’re you? Doing okay other than the writers block?”

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"If you have any advice on how to go against a writer's block and where to find that hit of inspiration, please let me know," Becky said to her friend standing with her, a smile playing on her lips. She could use the help on this matter a lot at this moment.

Her dark eyes moved to the group down the bar, at the farthest point from them. It could go two ways with that group. They could be the best of the night and leave a big tip. Or they could become very, very annoying because of the amount of alcohol that they were drinking. And Becky was hoping very much that it was not going to be the last matter. "I'm sure we'll be able to deal with them. As long as they stay nice." Even though Becky did do this for a few years now, cutting people off because she thought they had enough to drink was still not one of her favourite things to do.

"Oh, a new song? Any chance you want to play it tonight after shift already?" Becky was too curious for this. And she liked Harry's music. "I'm good. Better with every day." It was not a secret that she missed Nick a lot but it was true; by the day it was easier.

#interactions.#para.#harry stanford 001.#harrystanford

worthyhero

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"There you are!" Harry wasn't one to get upset if an employee was running a few minutes late. Granted, she was right on time, so he was teasing her. "Did you get a few chunks of paragraphs written today?" That was certainly one way to ask if she'd gotten any writing done. Some inspiration had struck him earlier today as well, so he'd gotten some of a new song written down. A few more verses and it would be ready to test out with the weekend crowd.

The Golden Hour Beach bar was barely getting busy, but he knew it would pick up before the night was over and even after. "Looks like we're going to end up with a busy night. You ready, Becky?" Harry said, gesturing with his head where a new crowd of people had walked in. "I'll take care of that lot. You get yourself ready for the night, alright?"

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Becky knew that she had been lucky when she had returned to the place she had called home for so many years two years ago. A support system in the form of her father and her best friend. And when she had searched for a job, Harry had been a saving grace. They weren't far apart in age, which helped in him being her boss at Golden Hour Beach Bar. The job had exactly been what she had needed; being under people.

"I wish I could say that I have written a few paragraphs today. The writer's block is still present and I am growing frustrated," Becky admitted as she scrunched her nose. She was not happy with the situation at all and she was out of ideas on how to get out of this funk. Work at the bar was actually a pleasant distraction.

Becky's gaze moved to the people who had walked in already and she smiled at Harry. "Thank you. But just put me to work boss, I'm ready," she let him know. She quickly wrapped the apron around her waist before taking her place behind the bar.

"How have you been?" She had seen him yesterday at her shift as well, but it was the right thing to ask in her opinion.

#interactions.#para.#harry stanford 001.#harrystanford

Starter for: @fayeatwater Location: Becky's apartment, downtown

The woman let herself fall back on her bed with a groan. Her laptop was perched on top of her bedside table. She was now back in the position she had been in before she had opened up the door to let her best friend in her small apartment.

"I just can't get it right, Faye. I've been struggling on this passage for weeks now and I keep rewriting it over and over. This shouldn't be so hard." Becky pushed herself up in a seated position once more before looking at the opposite wall in her bedroom, looking at the many post its that were stuck there. The full plotline on a wall.

"Maybe all of this was just a bad idea."