#rivieraestatesopen

[stefanoferretti]

“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said, addressing the person in front of him at the bar. Stefano’s words slurred slightly, as he’d clearly had a few too many to drink. He could handle his liquor well, so this was a strange occurrence. “Are you a chicken graveyard? Cause I wanna bury my cock in you.”

[yourpersonalbattlefield]

Carter had been hopping along the sand for a good hour now, sweat dripping from his brow. Running in literally nothing but his tight spandex shorts and his fake leg, the metal bouncing off sand. It had taken a month to learn to control himself on the sand and he still had a tendency to slip at times. He had left his non-running leg, shirt, and towel just up the beach. He had been running for over an hour now, part of his morning routine. Carter worked out twice a day, seven days a week. Cardio in the morning, weights at night after work, technically cardio and energy spent between sessions at work. 

Running up in what could essentially be called underwear, Carter rounded the corner to where he had left his things, finding not his rather expensive fake leg and clothes left behind, no those were missing and in it’s place was some dude with his back to him, “Hey fucktard. You steal my shit? Cause I am fairly sure I have to beat you down in you stole my damn leg.” He called out as he came jogging up from around the rocks just down the beach. He hadn’t even had something stolen on the island, honestly, it was probably Gray fucking with him, but that didn’t mean it was impossible someone had stolen his stuff.

[aaronbreach]

The sole reason why he came to the island was to work less. But he couldn't resist buying every history book the book store had to offer. While the internet was quicker and cheaper Aaron clearly had a soft spot for more old school media. Something that stuck with him from his time as a radio show host. Not to mention the fact that he just liked to horde books. Justifying it to himself that while he promised to work less he didn't promise to not work at all. Which is how he ended up with a box full of books that if stacked on top of each other would surely be taller than himself. Despite his muscles screaming in agony because of the weight of the box he didn't regret it until the box gave out.

Instead of picking up his books Aaron watched the pile through the hole in the box for a moment before letting out a tired sigh. It was still quite some distance to his apartment after all. His shoulders slumped, both from disappointed and the relief of no longer having to hold such a heavy box. Noticing that somebody was looking at him he looked up and shot them his signature smile. The smile he always used when things didn't go as planned but he has to pretend it didn't just ruin everything. Both in real life and on his podcasts.

"You wouldn't have anything I could use to carry all of this?" Aaron asked, trying to sound upbeat. He wasn't worried about the condition of the books, seeing as they were all hardcovers but he was sure that he wouldn't be able to carry them home like this.

[domcaderiviera]

Cade had spent his morning just walking the various stores and boutiques. Visitors to the island often got lost in the finer imports, Cade had signed off on half the things here and didn’t think much of them at this point. He had managed eventually to leave that all behind, the cool morning temperature, which thankfully didn’t get too hot this time of year was bringing in the smell of the ocean and the noises of morning shops as he walked through what may as well be his kingdom. Casey and he had built this business from the ground up, this island, it’s money and life force. It sustained Cade. He had dumped most of his fortune into it and was risking it all on it doing well, a few years in now and it was thriving which made him the happiest little mogul.

The dark-haired man had just made his way down to the Grotto to grab his usual morning coffee, black with steamed almond milk, two shots of vanilla and cinnamon on top, he had had this drink every morning for over two years now. He didn’t really start functioning until he had it and he could never quite make it the same in his villa as they did at the Grotto. He had just procured his cup, steam rising as he stepped back to the Grotto entrance. It was in that moment he saw someone coming up the way, he didn’t recognize them at least not right away if he did know them. They did look to be caring quite a large bag and something akin to luggage. Did they have any arrivals on the schedule today? He hadn’t seen any on the docket. He hadn’t checked with the dockmaster in a few days though, he may have missed something. Usually Cade tried to meet up with Casey and do a meet when knew people hit the Welcome Center.

He was leaning on a post outside the grotto, looking out past the man making his way up towards the Villas, his light denim jacket crumpled against the wood, tight shirt clinging to his still unshowered morning body underneath, he cocked a brow as he watched them struggle with the bag. He called out with a snarky smirk, “First day in paradise and you couldn’t even find the help to move your bags?” He said, making sure his words were loud enough to catch the other even at this short distance. He wasn’t even sure if this person was new as he hadn’t seen the face yet, arms looked nice carrying the bags though for what it was worth in the morning light.

[springbreakthatwasfuckinlit]

Just coming back from the menorah lighting, Will was in search of a drink. He wasn’t Jewish, but he was definitely interested in traditions outside of his own realm of experience. Since it was open to the public, it felt like he could go for the experience without being disruptive or rude. Will was a fan of the holiday season, even if he wasn’t gonna be home this year. He’d gone home last year, and he was going to video chat in this year. It wasn’t the same, since only about half of his family members could actually hold a decent conversation over facetime, but it was better than nothing. 

Walking up to the bar, he waited his turn before saying, “Hey, could I try one of those Grinch cocktails?” Eggnog was a classic for the season, but he figured since he was in a new place, he might as well try something new. It looked like spiked hot chocolate was also an option, but honestly, it was so warm here that Will didn’t know who would want it. A nice thought, perfect for Chicago winters for sure. This tropical island paradise? Not so much. 

Taking his drink, Will thanked the bartender before moving off to make room for the next customers. He meandered around the place, admiring the lights. He hadn’t quite decided yet if he was going to stay somewhat late for the fireworks. On the plus side, they would be pretty. On the minus side, he wasn’t sure if he’d end up wandering around alone the whole rest of the night. After awhile, his drink was gone. “Hm, I wonder if these guys are recyclable,” he mused, turning the cup upside down to look for any indication on the bottom. He was no stranger to talking to himself, but typically he refrained from it in public. 

[alekimala-a]

Aleki was always one to keep in shape, even when he was on the road. While living his nomadic life, he would occasionally get paid for a good time and that was only possible because of his height, good looks and his body. So even if they were on vacation, Aleki made a point to get to the gym every morning, and today was no different.  Well, usually the room would be packed, but when Aleki arrived there was only one other guy there. But it didn’t bother Aleki, getting started on his reps, it was only halfway through his workout that he needed some help, “ Hey man, would you down to spot me? I can help you out too.”

[marcusdooley]

Marcus sighed softly as he stretched out on the beach. He loved the feeling of the sun on his skin and the sand beneath his toes. Currently he was wearing nothing but his swim trunks which were hanging low on his hips and pretty short all things considered. He was excited to get out and to be back on the beach. Looking around, Marcus noticed another person and smiled brightly. “Hey! Suns great today, right?” Marcus knew that part of living on the island would be making new friends and meeting new people so he was eager to get started.

“I’m Marcus.” He walked over and held out his hand. “I’m just an accountant. Nothing too flashy.” He had quickly come to realize that a lot of the people here were either famous or just exceedingly wealthy so he liked to clear up right away his lack of following in just about any sense of the word.

[larkalejandro]

“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but isn’t day drinking extremely relaxing when your day has been utter shit?” The boy mused as he nursed a drink, looking at the contents before taking a large sip.