Sun, Sweat, it Might be Summer

Checking her meats, Beanie saw that it was good to invest in a quality grill. And by invest, she meant steal from a potluck because...it was a potluck and her Convent owned it anyway. Her chicken was grilled to a mouth-watering perfection, and she was so hungry it didn't make much sense. Taking the little skewers off of the grill, she put them on a plate and held them above her head, waving to Abbie first and then the others who happened to be at the beach.

"Heyyyyy~! I've got food! Eat or die~!" She declared cutely to them all. She then called over to Venda, "To your left, Ven!!"

The smell that permeated the air was damn near intoxicating. Not having anything to eat all day save a Starfucks iced coffee, Sari fidgeted in place for whole minutes before making a decision. She walks over to the small group, adjusting her tan two-piece so that nothing decides to make a run for it. Swaying hips press onward, she calls out "What's the cover charge?"

The sudden thump drew Sari's attention before her question could be answered.  Despite the fact that the boy was apologizing to a tree, he might actually be hurt. "Hold on, hold on!" Trotting over, she helped him gather his lost goods before guiding him towards the table. "You're not hurt, are you? Those palm trees never play fair, trust me on that!"

"Officer Sari Malik, just enjoying some down-time!" The Indian woman smiles as she greets Venda in a more proper fashion. "You'd think having trees just randomly dotting the beach like that would be a good thing" she muses. "...then again, I've never seen ANY trees on a beach. This city will never stop making my head spin."

Beanie smiled at Abbie, and felt quite proud of herself. "Glad it is. I'm pretty great at what I do, hun." Being called sweetie made her blush, and oh hell did she want to cover that up. When Sari had asked the charge, she was munching on her own food, so she shook her head in a way of saying that there was none. She practically started choking when Venda started talking up a tree. Poor kid, he was going to get eaten by a shark at some point. But that thought made her chuckle, and in spite of herself she nuzzled her head affectionately against Abbie just as she noticed Fedora making her way down.

"Oiii Fedddy!! How's it!" She waved her over excitedly.

Fedora chipped up and sprinted through the sand below her feet towards Beanie. However as the red head was merely 5 ft away she slipped in the sand and fell face first into the sand. She pushed herself up and spat sound out of her mouth now. "Hey guys." She groaned a bit as she sat up and spat more sand out of her mouth and shook it out of her red locks. "D-damn it!" She laughed a bit outloud. "I think I have sand in places I shouldn't!" She groaned a bit shaking out her shorts.

"I think I do too, but it's the beach, Feddy!" Beanie placed her hands on Fedora's shoulders and shook her a bit in order to get the sand out of her. Whether it was actually helpful was someone else's business. While she did so, she gestured a hello to Vans. A completely new face, she noticed. She assumed he was a guy, given the trunks and the lack of a shirt, and smiled in a friendly manner.
"Hey there! The name's Beanie. What's yours, darlin'? Want something to eat? We've got a bunch of stuff," She gestured to the grilled meat on her little grill and stopped shaking Fedora.

As soon as Monocle made his swanky way over and his dog came bouncing up around her. "Hey Honeybee!" She greeted him by the nickname she so graciously bestowed upon him, since she was terrible with names...oddly enough. "Oi I called the Abbey, so it was basically any comes, any gets served, ya know?" She explained to him. "What's in the cooler?" She asked curiously. She picked up Cane and started making little kissy faces at the dog, deeming it cute enough to do so to.