status: open // @capritownstarters
when: june 6, 10:30pm
where: sabbia de spiaggia
Luca's grateful that the bar is busy tonight, really, he is. He'd just be a little more grateful if he'd expected the rush and hadn't let his bartender take the night off to go to the bonfire.
Normally, when bigger venues host an event, he'll be lucky to have a wait at the bar. But it's the start of the tourist season, and the one thing that Sabbia does have going for it is its location right by the beach- so his floor is filled with spillovers from the bonfire, the normal groups of tourists who'd end up here, with or without the event, and all the unfortunate people sent into the nearest cheap bar (his) by their friends for another case of beer or a round of shots. All that to say, he's slammed and working the bar alone.
Still. He's grateful for the rush.
After pouring a round of lemon drops for a group at one end of the bar and pushing a glass of water towards a girl who's been sitting at the bar for a few hours too long, he moves toward the person who'd just walked in and flashes them a quick smile. "Buonasera, ah- what can I get for you? Cocktail, shots, another case for the bonfire?"
henry glances around somewhat uncomfortably; the place is packed and he's alone. he eyes a couple of girls who look his way, blushing when he meets the eyes of one, before ducking his head and traveling to the bar. sliding into the only available bar seat left, he sighs but sends luca a smile. "just a beer, please; blue moon. you're really busy tonight..." it makes sense as its the beginning of the tourist season, and with the bonfire tonight people want to get smashed. "if you need any help, i did a few bar rotations at club rosanova when i first got here - might be a little rusty, but i'm good at picking things up."
already rolling their eyes at the sudden sight of them, soledad casts a glance to the coin in question with an inscrutable expression on their face. "and if i refuse?" the question is purely rhetorical, as she immediately follows up with her answer. "tails. and it better not be a trick coin, ace, or i'll pull on your ears again."
"plans?" a purely rhetorical question, henry glances over from his gameboy, pausing the mario game he was obsessed with at the moment. "i'm hoping to platinum this game and then move on to pokemon; i thought i told you." it was likely that his own plans for the summer were lackluster in comparison to many others. but henry had always been something of an introvert.
the person laid sprawled out on the blanket, only half the moon cycle visible underneath their lithe, relaxed frame. it had been a gift - the blanket - from her pagan sister, said to bring them good luck. they couldn't say much for the sentiment, but they enjoyed twisting their fingers into the fabric, a fixed concentration on their face as they people watched. the sand was cool, long since chilled from the night and the gentle breeze in the air. they hated the heat - truly - and detested summer as it was often too hot for them to venture outside, or enjoy the long walks that they would take in the autumn. but there was something to be said about moments like this; a party, people congregating, someone singing badly from their left down the beach, the waves lapping the shoreline and the remaining summer sun long since faded, forever trying to catch up to the moon. and there was something to be said about old friends... and relationships left to rot. niya..
and just like that, as if summoned, the woman appeared. squinting in the dark, their scrutinizing expression was one of not contempt or anger; just of study. they noted the expression with one of their own; interest. they were hesitant, and cast their eyes around them to see if anyone might be watching. sighing, they had a choice to make. pretending wouldn't make their relationship any better, they thought. but, like the inevitability of the sun chasing the moon and so forth, soledad had never been one to conform to normal practices. usually, their reactions kept people on their toes. they did not call out niya's behavior, only searched her eyes deeply until they were satisfied. hopefully, they'd succeeded in making niya squirm - just a little. "we could, couldn't we?" but this was not soledad making light of their issues, nor was it forgiveness. "you'll have to earn my answers, i'm afraid; i'm not easy." and that was saying something - soledad had never given an inch without a fight.
( jenna ortega, non-binary, he/him/she/her/they/them, mude d in girls girl ) š¬ āļ½”Ė whatās the word around soledad ramirez in capri these days ? donāt look at me like that, you know them ā they go by sole,Ā you know, the twenty four year old coastal regular.Ā you can probably find them at la dolce vela as a writer where people describe them as blunt and sarcastic, but others swear theyāre thoughtful and eccentric if you catch them at the right moment. they fit somewhere between a journal in their every-day-carry bag, an enigmatic smile and a sharp wit, honesty that can sometimes sting, and the color black. Ā°ā§š«§āĖļ½”
trigger warnings: homophobia
soledad ramirez grew up surrounded by siblings and cousins. the family has a truly impressive number of children - soledad being the youngest child out of six. by the time they arrived, everything seemed like it had been done and experienced by her other siblings - so the ability to stand out, to be original, always mattered to them. they were raised primarily by their older sister who always had an opinion on everything soledad had to say and do. but because soledad's parents were quite older and sicker than most people's by the time they came into the picture, soledad was raised primarily by her siblings. they were a surprise to even their parents, and the birth was difficult, but they were loved nonetheless.
they grew up in everglade city, florida, a very, very small populace. they were subject to ridicule and often bullied for their eccentric tendencies, their very sarcastic mouth, their sexuality and gender expression, and their blunt honesty. they made little friends in school, and the debut of their first queer book after high school did them little favors in this department. feeling alienated, and now with money to travel and see the world, they paid off their mother and fathers home and then left to see the world.
their book, trailblazer, became a huge hit with queer booktok. based on queer characters set in the wild west, it's a beacon for those who are looking for acceptance and pride. they're working on the sequel currently, and have landed in capri - have been here for about 3 years now.
name: soledad ramirez
age: twenty4
gender: non-binary, she/her/they/them/he/him
sexuality: very, very queer
hometown: everglade city, fl
length of time in capri: 3 years
( harris dickinson, cis man, he/him, none ) š¬ āļ½”Ė whatās the word around henry lovelace in capri these days ? donāt look at me like that,Ā you know them ā they go by henry,Ā you know,Ā the twenty nine year old local.Ā you can probably find them at piazza luna as projection / film operator where people describe them as moody and sensitive,Ā but others swear theyāre thoughtful and kind if you catch them at the right moment.Ā they fit somewhere between a heart locket dangling from his neck, somewhere between happy and miserable, a small smile and gentle laughter, feeling soft grass beneath your bare feet, though most people associate them with someone who stops to help anyone who needs it. Ā°ā§š«§āĖļ½”ā
trigger warnings : drunk driving mentioned, alcoholism, absentee parents, car accident, death
born in a relatively poor family in liverpool, henry has worked since he was old enough to carry a hammer and an old hand-me-down tool set his father gave him out of necessity - not affection.
for the first nine years of his life, he was an only child. his mother and father had a rocky relationship and an even harder time putting food on the table. his father worked a series of odd jobs, never keeping one for more than a few months because of his drinking problem. his mother worked at a corner store for most of his life whilst henry himself took up fixer jobs on the wealthier side of town; anything he could do with his hands and his small skill set, he did.
he attended a public school but was always a little disconnected from other children. he felt as if he were on a different life path and plane of existence so far separated from those around him - especially those his own age.
on his tenth birthday, which he could remember so clearly, his mother and father broke the news that they were expecting a baby girl. it was not a happy announcement for them, but henry felt a tiny seed of hope that someone would come along and share the struggles, a built-in best friend. the pregnancy was carried to term and his sister, kathryn, was born.
from that day on, henry was a big brother - a namesake he took very seriously. the first time he held kate in his arms, he cried. and when she grew up, he was right there with her - mending her scrapes and kissing her bruises, helping her with her homework and going with her when she wanted to leave the house late at night to avoid their parents arguments.
katie was his best friend. and he noticed when she would go elsewhere in her mind, when she would disappear behind a veil that he couldn't reach through. he knew his own depression and issues with emotional regulation were shared with his sister and they got through them the best they could through each others company.
so it was brutal, agonizing, and shattered him when she died suddenly in a car accident. his father, under the influence at the time as he always was, was driving. it was lucky he was sentenced to prison, because - despite any love henry might have still harbored for him - he might have hurt or killed his father.
that thread that tethered them together had been cut. henry was inconsolable.
he was twenty and had absolutely no prospects. he couldn't go to college. one, he had no motivation for it. and two, he had little in the way of savings to afford it. he wanted to escape his mothers grief at losing both her husband and her daughter, admittedly. and he never wanted to see his father again.
so boarding the boat to anywhere in particular that day seemed the best thing he could do for himself. he took his meager savings and rented a very, very old case di paese and began renovating it whenever he had the time and the extra money. he took up a job at piazza luna and his newfound love of films caught him off-guard. he'd never considered fame for himself, but he enjoyed the romance of some of the old classics and really enjoyed taking care of the equipment.
the years began to go by and life started to fall into place - a routine took shape. and with it, he began to heal little by little.
name: henry michael lovelace
age: twenty9
gender: cis man, he / him
sexuality: bicurious
hometown: liverpool, england
length of time in town: 9 / 10 years
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