🎤 Event Title: Kali’s Karaoke Summer Soirée
🌺 Hosted by: Kali Keys
🏖 Activity: Beachside Karaoke Party + Bonfire Bash
📍 Setting: Modern to light fantasy/supernatural
👥 Who’s Invited: Open to all characters who’d vibe with a modern summer party—celebrities, supernatural beings, runaways, or the just-plain-curious
⏰ RP Limit: Soft cap of 8 characters at a time to keep things cozy and engaging
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🌊 Event Summary:
After a whirlwind year of fake relationships, viral performances, and half-truth headlines, Kali Keys is taking a break from the chaos to do something just for fun—host a karaoke party that anyone can crash.
Set on a private stretch of beach behind a laid-back bar called The Drift, the soirée features:
• A raised stage for karaoke under the stars
• A bonfire ring with cozy cushions and a s’mores bar
• Open-mic sign-ups for solos, duets, and chaotic group numbers
• Ice buckets full of drinks—alcoholic and not
This isn’t for press. This isn’t for promotion. This is for letting go. For laughing off heartbreak. For singing with strangers. For finding out who you are under the lights when no one expects you to be perfect.
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💌 How You Got Invited (The Hook):
Kali didn’t mean to invite the whole world. She was drunk on freedom (and coconut rum) when she scribbled the invite on scraps of lyric paper and tucked them into old perfume bottles, mason jars, and soda cans.
Then she handed them to a local surf witch, who “promised they’d end up where they were needed most.”
So whether your character found a glitter-dusted bottle on the sand, had one dropped at their feet by a seagull, or woke up with one tucked in their boot—take the hint.
The note inside reads:
“No pressure, no paparazzi. Just music and moonlight. Drift Bar. Sunset. Come sing.”
Coordinates and a little seashell are tucked in with the invite.
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⚠️ Guidelines & Vibe Check:
• This is a modern/open-world event with room for fantasy elements (vampires, wolves, witches, etc.)
• No violence, gore, or world-ending chaos during the event
• Kali’s the host, not the star—so share the spotlight and let others shine
• You don’t have to sing—spectators and wallflowers are welcome
🌺 Hosted by: Kali Keys
🏖 Activity: Beachside Karaoke Party + Bonfire Bash
📍 Setting: Modern to light fantasy/supernatural
👥 Who’s Invited: Open to all characters who’d vibe with a modern summer party—celebrities, supernatural beings, runaways, or the just-plain-curious
⏰ RP Limit: Soft cap of 8 characters at a time to keep things cozy and engaging
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🌊 Event Summary:
After a whirlwind year of fake relationships, viral performances, and half-truth headlines, Kali Keys is taking a break from the chaos to do something just for fun—host a karaoke party that anyone can crash.
Set on a private stretch of beach behind a laid-back bar called The Drift, the soirée features:
• A raised stage for karaoke under the stars
• A bonfire ring with cozy cushions and a s’mores bar
• Open-mic sign-ups for solos, duets, and chaotic group numbers
• Ice buckets full of drinks—alcoholic and not
This isn’t for press. This isn’t for promotion. This is for letting go. For laughing off heartbreak. For singing with strangers. For finding out who you are under the lights when no one expects you to be perfect.
⸻
💌 How You Got Invited (The Hook):
Kali didn’t mean to invite the whole world. She was drunk on freedom (and coconut rum) when she scribbled the invite on scraps of lyric paper and tucked them into old perfume bottles, mason jars, and soda cans.
Then she handed them to a local surf witch, who “promised they’d end up where they were needed most.”
So whether your character found a glitter-dusted bottle on the sand, had one dropped at their feet by a seagull, or woke up with one tucked in their boot—take the hint.
The note inside reads:
“No pressure, no paparazzi. Just music and moonlight. Drift Bar. Sunset. Come sing.”
Coordinates and a little seashell are tucked in with the invite.
⸻
⚠️ Guidelines & Vibe Check:
• This is a modern/open-world event with room for fantasy elements (vampires, wolves, witches, etc.)
• No violence, gore, or world-ending chaos during the event
• Kali’s the host, not the star—so share the spotlight and let others shine
• You don’t have to sing—spectators and wallflowers are welcome
The Drift – Private Beach – Sunset
The sky burned in streaks of coral and gold, the last rays of sunlight spilling over the waves like liquid fire. Music thumped low from somewhere near the tiki bar—something with bass, summer heat, and a beat you couldn’t help but sway to.
A wooden stage had been dragged out onto the sand, strung with fairy lights and draped in gauzy, sea-worn fabric. There was a mic stand waiting like a dare. A sign-up clipboard on a crate of Red Bull and iced rosé. Several mismatched couches formed a sort of semi-circle around a growing bonfire, already crackling and sending up sparks like stardust.
And Kali? She stood barefoot at the edge of the stage, the hem of her white crochet coverup fluttering against sun-kissed legs, her hair thrown up in a high, messy knot that somehow still looked camera-ready. A cherry-red mic dangled from her fingers, but this wasn’t about performing for her tonight.
She scanned the sand with a slow, hopeful smile.
This wasn’t a press stunt. Wasn’t a tour date. This wasn’t for streams or spins or spin-control.
This was for her, whoever else needed it.
She lifted the mic to her lips and let it crackle to life.
“Hey,” she said, voice smoky and soft. “If you’re hearing this, then congrats—you found one of my ridiculous floating invites, or maybe the universe just shoved you in the right direction. Either way, welcome.”
She gave a lazy spin on the balls of her feet and gestured toward the waves.
“The bar’s open, the fire’s hot, and the stage is yours. You don’t have to be good. You just have to be loud.”
She clicked off the mic and tossed it onto the lounge chair behind her like a girl who had nothing left to prove.
The night was young.
The beach was ready.
And the music had only just begun.
The sky burned in streaks of coral and gold, the last rays of sunlight spilling over the waves like liquid fire. Music thumped low from somewhere near the tiki bar—something with bass, summer heat, and a beat you couldn’t help but sway to.
A wooden stage had been dragged out onto the sand, strung with fairy lights and draped in gauzy, sea-worn fabric. There was a mic stand waiting like a dare. A sign-up clipboard on a crate of Red Bull and iced rosé. Several mismatched couches formed a sort of semi-circle around a growing bonfire, already crackling and sending up sparks like stardust.
And Kali? She stood barefoot at the edge of the stage, the hem of her white crochet coverup fluttering against sun-kissed legs, her hair thrown up in a high, messy knot that somehow still looked camera-ready. A cherry-red mic dangled from her fingers, but this wasn’t about performing for her tonight.
She scanned the sand with a slow, hopeful smile.
This wasn’t a press stunt. Wasn’t a tour date. This wasn’t for streams or spins or spin-control.
This was for her, whoever else needed it.
She lifted the mic to her lips and let it crackle to life.
“Hey,” she said, voice smoky and soft. “If you’re hearing this, then congrats—you found one of my ridiculous floating invites, or maybe the universe just shoved you in the right direction. Either way, welcome.”
She gave a lazy spin on the balls of her feet and gestured toward the waves.
“The bar’s open, the fire’s hot, and the stage is yours. You don’t have to be good. You just have to be loud.”
She clicked off the mic and tossed it onto the lounge chair behind her like a girl who had nothing left to prove.
The night was young.
The beach was ready.
And the music had only just begun.
Ellen arrived as the music started playing and scuttled behind the Drift's beach bar. Kicking her own shoes off and wearing a hot pink, polka-dot sun dress with a broad-rimmed white straw sun hat.
She called over to Kali who she had promised to help.
"Hey Kali, sorry i'm late. Said I'd help with the bar didn't I? I mix a ferocious cocktail!"
Ellen busied herself pre-mixing cocktails. Daiquiris, Mojito's and her favourite, Sex on the beach.
"This is going to be amaziiiiing!!!"
She called over to Kali who she had promised to help.
"Hey Kali, sorry i'm late. Said I'd help with the bar didn't I? I mix a ferocious cocktail!"
Ellen busied herself pre-mixing cocktails. Daiquiris, Mojito's and her favourite, Sex on the beach.
"This is going to be amaziiiiing!!!"
Kali spun at the sound of Ellen’s voice, already grinning before she saw her.
“Ellen!” she called out, one hand lifting high in greeting as her bare feet kicked up sand. “God, you look like a walking beach day postcard. Come here.”
She crossed the distance in a few quick steps and pulled Ellen into a breezy hug, the scent of salt and citrus clinging to her skin. “I was starting to think you got swallowed by a rogue jet ski or something.”
Kali stepped back to let her work, watching with a mock-serious expression as Ellen began to whip up cocktails.
“You did promise. And I fully intend to hold you to your word. If this party crashes, it’s not gonna be from the music—it’ll be from someone sipping a tragic mojito.”
Kali winked, then stood upright again and glanced out at the stage. A few guests were already mingling near the mic, and the fire pit was beginning to glow.
“Yeah,” she said, more to herself than anyone else. “This is gonna be amazing.”
“Ellen!” she called out, one hand lifting high in greeting as her bare feet kicked up sand. “God, you look like a walking beach day postcard. Come here.”
She crossed the distance in a few quick steps and pulled Ellen into a breezy hug, the scent of salt and citrus clinging to her skin. “I was starting to think you got swallowed by a rogue jet ski or something.”
Kali stepped back to let her work, watching with a mock-serious expression as Ellen began to whip up cocktails.
“You did promise. And I fully intend to hold you to your word. If this party crashes, it’s not gonna be from the music—it’ll be from someone sipping a tragic mojito.”
Kali winked, then stood upright again and glanced out at the stage. A few guests were already mingling near the mic, and the fire pit was beginning to glow.
“Yeah,” she said, more to herself than anyone else. “This is gonna be amazing.”
Ellen waved back happily, her tongue poking out in concentration as she decanted grenadine into orange juice to get a perfect sunset effect. Content, she stood up smiling and stepped from behind the bar she embraced her friend warmly, and kissed her softly on the cheek.
"Ha, the hat's to keep the sun off me, I go a vivid lobster colour without it. You look amazing though, where did you get that dress, I love it!"
She twirled back behind the bar and her mouth went wide in a fake gasp, covered quickly with slended fingers as Kali suggested her mojito's could cause damage.
"I would like to say no harm has ever been caused by my mojito's, buuut it simply isn't true. They've been known to cause devastation!" She giggled as she poured a low alcohol spritzer for Kali, topping it off with a skillfully carved spiral of cucumber.
"So are you singing tonight?"
"Ha, the hat's to keep the sun off me, I go a vivid lobster colour without it. You look amazing though, where did you get that dress, I love it!"
She twirled back behind the bar and her mouth went wide in a fake gasp, covered quickly with slended fingers as Kali suggested her mojito's could cause damage.
"I would like to say no harm has ever been caused by my mojito's, buuut it simply isn't true. They've been known to cause devastation!" She giggled as she poured a low alcohol spritzer for Kali, topping it off with a skillfully carved spiral of cucumber.
"So are you singing tonight?"
Kali laughed as the kiss landed on her cheek, her grin lingering even as Ellen darted back behind the bar like a glittery tornado.
“Oh please,” she said, brushing a wind-tossed strand from her eyes. “That hat’s doing more for your look than any SPF ever could. You’re glowing.”
She looked down at the white crochet cover-up, then turned slightly to give a better view, playfully swaying a hip.
“Got it from this tiny little boutique in Venice Beach. It was crumpled in a bin labeled ‘last chance or it’s gone forever’. So obviously, I bought it immediately. Zero regrets.”
At the sight of the cucumber spiral, her eyes widened.
“Okay, that is beautiful and mildly threatening,” she teased, taking the spritzer with a dramatic bow. “Thank you, mixology menace.”
She took a sip, exhaled with satisfaction, then turned toward the stage, where the mic stood waiting under the fairy lights.
“Am I singing?” Kali echoed, one brow lifting. “Sweetheart… I’m not not singing. But I’m waiting until just the right moment. You know—let the nerves build, the drinks flow, and then hit them with something wildly inappropriate and slightly off-key.”
She winked.
“Besides, I was hoping you’d duet with me later. Something dramatic. Maybe Cher. I seriously doubt Tyler will show up.” She scowled a bit, “He’s so difficult sometimes!”
“Oh please,” she said, brushing a wind-tossed strand from her eyes. “That hat’s doing more for your look than any SPF ever could. You’re glowing.”
She looked down at the white crochet cover-up, then turned slightly to give a better view, playfully swaying a hip.
“Got it from this tiny little boutique in Venice Beach. It was crumpled in a bin labeled ‘last chance or it’s gone forever’. So obviously, I bought it immediately. Zero regrets.”
At the sight of the cucumber spiral, her eyes widened.
“Okay, that is beautiful and mildly threatening,” she teased, taking the spritzer with a dramatic bow. “Thank you, mixology menace.”
She took a sip, exhaled with satisfaction, then turned toward the stage, where the mic stood waiting under the fairy lights.
“Am I singing?” Kali echoed, one brow lifting. “Sweetheart… I’m not not singing. But I’m waiting until just the right moment. You know—let the nerves build, the drinks flow, and then hit them with something wildly inappropriate and slightly off-key.”
She winked.
“Besides, I was hoping you’d duet with me later. Something dramatic. Maybe Cher. I seriously doubt Tyler will show up.” She scowled a bit, “He’s so difficult sometimes!”
"What? This old thing?" Ellen pulled playfully on the brim of her hat and fell into fits of giggles.
"Really? A bargain bin? You're so lucky, I paid a fortune for this dress. But I do love it. You look amazing anyway Kali, as always."
A couple came up and asked for drinks, the stockier man had a beer but the younger guy took a Mojito. Ellen served them, then went back to chatting. Kali commenting on her cucumber spiral.
"What? It's creative! Wait, are you being smutty?" She giggled as Kali called her a mixology menace.
"I want that on my epitaph."
Ellen leaned on the bar, feeling the sun's kiss on her calves and feet. The sound of the ocean breakers snd people chatting. She closed her eyes briefly, just enjoying being alive.
"This was a good idea Kali. I'm not singing cher though. It's Abba or the highway!" She started humming Dancing Queen as she wiped the bar down.
"Tyler? Have I met him yet?"
"Really? A bargain bin? You're so lucky, I paid a fortune for this dress. But I do love it. You look amazing anyway Kali, as always."
A couple came up and asked for drinks, the stockier man had a beer but the younger guy took a Mojito. Ellen served them, then went back to chatting. Kali commenting on her cucumber spiral.
"What? It's creative! Wait, are you being smutty?" She giggled as Kali called her a mixology menace.
"I want that on my epitaph."
Ellen leaned on the bar, feeling the sun's kiss on her calves and feet. The sound of the ocean breakers snd people chatting. She closed her eyes briefly, just enjoying being alive.
"This was a good idea Kali. I'm not singing cher though. It's Abba or the highway!" She started humming Dancing Queen as she wiped the bar down.
"Tyler? Have I met him yet?"
Ophelia's wild, flaming curls were up in a ponytail to prevent the wind from constantly blowing it in her face. She had heard from some of the locals about Kali's Karaoke on the Beach party, and she was intrigued from the start!
She'd always loved to sing. She often sang to the kids she babysat when she was a teen, and even now she found herself humming a gentle melody as she made her way to the bar. She had her ID ready because she was often told she didn't look anywhere close to twenty-six, and she was ready to order a Sex on the Beach! Maybe a Tequila Sunrise! Both were her favorite mixed drinks.
She strode up to the bar, her dark green bikini and matching sarong bringing out her fiery curls and the emerald hues of her eyes. She sat down and waited patiently, not wanting to interrupt the conversation the bartender seemed to be having. She wasn't the rude type of person, and she didn't mind waiting her turn. Plus, it gave her a reason to look around the beach and the decorations for the party!
She'd always loved to sing. She often sang to the kids she babysat when she was a teen, and even now she found herself humming a gentle melody as she made her way to the bar. She had her ID ready because she was often told she didn't look anywhere close to twenty-six, and she was ready to order a Sex on the Beach! Maybe a Tequila Sunrise! Both were her favorite mixed drinks.
She strode up to the bar, her dark green bikini and matching sarong bringing out her fiery curls and the emerald hues of her eyes. She sat down and waited patiently, not wanting to interrupt the conversation the bartender seemed to be having. She wasn't the rude type of person, and she didn't mind waiting her turn. Plus, it gave her a reason to look around the beach and the decorations for the party!
"Ooh one second Kali."
Ellen was here to work, not chat with the host, and as the pretty redhead in the bikini and sarong approached then sat down at the bar Ellen made her way over. She could see the other woman looking over the cocktail menu.
"Hi there, welcome to the Drift beach bar. I'm Ellen, see anything you like? I got a good range and I can mix anything you fancy."
Ellen beamed at her, a sparkle in her dark brown eyes.
Ellen was here to work, not chat with the host, and as the pretty redhead in the bikini and sarong approached then sat down at the bar Ellen made her way over. She could see the other woman looking over the cocktail menu.
"Hi there, welcome to the Drift beach bar. I'm Ellen, see anything you like? I got a good range and I can mix anything you fancy."
Ellen beamed at her, a sparkle in her dark brown eyes.
Kali didn’t mind being put on pause. She knew Ellen took her barcraft seriously—and besides, it gave her a second to enjoy the scene. The soft hum of chatter and waves, the string lights overhead starting to flicker on with the dimming sun, and the slight breeze teasing through the music in the air.
She turned slightly on her heel, casually sipping her spritzer as she watched Ellen greet the redhead now seated at the bar.
The woman was stunning—vibrant curls pulled back, green bikini catching the last light of day just right. Kali could spot confidence when she saw it, even in someone quietly waiting their turn. She grinned behind her glass. Someone like that didn’t just come for the cocktails.
As Ellen gave her usual charming intro, Kali stepped in closer, just enough to make her presence known without pulling attention.
“Careful,” she teased lightly, eyes sparkling. “Ellen’s drinks are legendary. One sip and suddenly you’re on stage belting Celine Dion in front of a bonfire.”
She turned her smile to the redhead. “Hi. I’m Kali. I kind of started this whole chaotic beach karaoke thing, so if you hear a Whitney ballad drifting through the palms later, yeah, that’s probably me.”
A playful sip of her drink. “Glad you’re here. What’s your name?”
She turned slightly on her heel, casually sipping her spritzer as she watched Ellen greet the redhead now seated at the bar.
The woman was stunning—vibrant curls pulled back, green bikini catching the last light of day just right. Kali could spot confidence when she saw it, even in someone quietly waiting their turn. She grinned behind her glass. Someone like that didn’t just come for the cocktails.
As Ellen gave her usual charming intro, Kali stepped in closer, just enough to make her presence known without pulling attention.
“Careful,” she teased lightly, eyes sparkling. “Ellen’s drinks are legendary. One sip and suddenly you’re on stage belting Celine Dion in front of a bonfire.”
She turned her smile to the redhead. “Hi. I’m Kali. I kind of started this whole chaotic beach karaoke thing, so if you hear a Whitney ballad drifting through the palms later, yeah, that’s probably me.”
A playful sip of her drink. “Glad you’re here. What’s your name?”
Ophelia smiled at the two women. "Glad to hear it hear it! If you hear a sorrowful ballad or a rock'n'roll song, it's most likely me doing it! Name's Ophelia Arden, but you can call me Opie!"
She took her ID out of her wallet and slid it over as she looked at the menu. "I think I'd like to start of with a Sex on the Beach, and then have a Tequila Sunrise! I'd like to start a tab, if that's okay?"
She didn't look like it, but she came from old money. Old money didn't scream at you like people from new money did. She didn't feel the need to flaunt her family fortunes or the fact that she was an heiress.
She took her ID out of her wallet and slid it over as she looked at the menu. "I think I'd like to start of with a Sex on the Beach, and then have a Tequila Sunrise! I'd like to start a tab, if that's okay?"
She didn't look like it, but she came from old money. Old money didn't scream at you like people from new money did. She didn't feel the need to flaunt her family fortunes or the fact that she was an heiress.
Ellen mouthed "thanks" as she picked up Ophelia's I.D. looked at it then handed it back.
"By legendary, she means really strong! Good for Dutch courage or sleeping, ha!"
She smiled as she turned to the pre-made drinks and poured both cocktails, adding little florishes and smashed ice to both drinks. She finished each off with a straw and tiny paper umbrella. Letting Kali and Ophelia talk while she worked.
"Tab is no problem!" She took a paper beermat and scribbled the name of each drink on it and slid it over. Just bring that back when you want more or to settle your tab.
"By legendary, she means really strong! Good for Dutch courage or sleeping, ha!"
She smiled as she turned to the pre-made drinks and poured both cocktails, adding little florishes and smashed ice to both drinks. She finished each off with a straw and tiny paper umbrella. Letting Kali and Ophelia talk while she worked.
"Tab is no problem!" She took a paper beermat and scribbled the name of each drink on it and slid it over. Just bring that back when you want more or to settle your tab.
He had been out catching some waves as the sun went down. True, it was the stupidest time of day to be out in the waves on a board – the sharks like to feed at low light and evening was their favorite – but a big fish with sharp teeth had ever stopped him before.The current was strong, the wind really pushing to the East. Victor was outside of his normal area, but he was following the waves, and the waves seemed to have brought him here. He didn’t realize he had floated into the waters of a private beach, so when a voice over a microphone reached his sensitive ears, he turned towards shore. ’The stage is yours. You don’t have to be good. You just have to be loud.’ That got his attention even more. With his eyes set on the flickering fire and the fairy lights strung up outside a little dive bar, Victor started his steady stroke towards the beach.
He wasn’t in a hurry. He was reading the water as he cut through the calm swells. A large wave would bring him in faster than paddling all the way. He was moving more parallel to the beach than inland in an attempt to feel the pull of water gathering. That unmistakable undertow that meant a wave was building. He didn’t catch a break until he was closer to the second sandbar, further into shore than he expected, but there it was. The water whooshed backwards, changing the angle of his board. He hung both his arms in the water, feeling the direction. He started to paddle so he could line himself up just right to catch whatever the ocean threw at him.
He caught the wave smoothly, riding it like Poseidon had done him a solid and ferried him into shore. Victor ended the ride by stepping off the board and dropping into the water when it was about at his waist. The last thing he wanted to do was hit a sandbar and go flying. He popped up out of the water, his hands going up to comb his fingers through his long, wet hair to get it out of his face. He grabbed his surfboard and tucked it up his arm as he started the trudge to shore.
The current was battling him, as if intentionally slowing his stride. He was a bit winded when he finally reached the sand. The stage set up wasn’t far from the water and he approached the three ladies cautiously. He didn’t want to walk up on them and startle them, so he gave a bit of an announcement while he was still a short way off. “Evenin’!” he called against the wind that whipped against him, slowly drying the water that clung to his sun-kissed skin. “Ya ladies about to throw a doof?” he had a deep, good-natured voice with a thick Australian accent.
"Of course, no problem! I'll close my tab when the party's over. So... tomorrow morning when we're all hung over and have raging headaches." Ophelia laughed. She wasn't being serious - well, she was. Kind of. She'd close the tab when the hostess of the party or the bartender demanded she do so.
She took a sip of her Sex on the Beach first. "Oh, this is lovely! You've got talent, my friend!" She had just took a third sip when someone else joined them. She turned to greet the man. "Evenin', friend! Have a drink on me! I'm feeling quite festive tonight. The more, the merrier!" She gave a nod to the bartender, signaling it was fine to put his drink on her tab.
She stood after downing her first drink. "I think I'll liven the place up and take the mic! Anyone have special requests?"
She took a sip of her Sex on the Beach first. "Oh, this is lovely! You've got talent, my friend!" She had just took a third sip when someone else joined them. She turned to greet the man. "Evenin', friend! Have a drink on me! I'm feeling quite festive tonight. The more, the merrier!" She gave a nod to the bartender, signaling it was fine to put his drink on her tab.
She stood after downing her first drink. "I think I'll liven the place up and take the mic! Anyone have special requests?"
Ellen eyed up the newcomer and fanned herself as the tall drink of water approached from the sea.
"Ohmygodwouldyoulookatthat..." she whispered softly, then spoke louder to Ophelia. "Of course, i'll just add it to your tab."
She smiled at the newcomer as he reached the bar, desperately trying not to track her eyes down to his shorts and those rippling abs. Then he spoke and shattered the illusion a little with that broad Auzzie accent.
"Hello sir, I'm Ellen. I'm not sure what a doof is? But this is a karaoke beach party. That lady there has paid for your drink, so what would you like?"
She gestured to the drinks board, there was a good selection and the pre-made cocktails.
"Or I can knock something special together?"
"Ohmygodwouldyoulookatthat..." she whispered softly, then spoke louder to Ophelia. "Of course, i'll just add it to your tab."
She smiled at the newcomer as he reached the bar, desperately trying not to track her eyes down to his shorts and those rippling abs. Then he spoke and shattered the illusion a little with that broad Auzzie accent.
"Hello sir, I'm Ellen. I'm not sure what a doof is? But this is a karaoke beach party. That lady there has paid for your drink, so what would you like?"
She gestured to the drinks board, there was a good selection and the pre-made cocktails.
"Or I can knock something special together?"
Kali took a long sip from her spritzer, eyes dancing between Opie’s bold entrance and Ellen’s barely-contained reaction to the surfer striding out of the sea like some cheeky sun-drenched myth.
She couldn’t help but laugh softly under her breath. This was exactly the energy she’d hoped the night would summon—unexpected, vibrant, a little chaotic.
Turning toward Opie first, she offered a quick curtsy and a wink.
“Opie, you are officially hired as my party hype woman. And if you really want to bring the house down—give us something that makes people cry and dance. Bonus points if there’s glitter involved.”
Then she glanced toward the approaching surfer, who’d just reached the edge of the lights. Water still glistened across his shoulders, and his accent hit like a warm breeze off the coast of somewhere reckless.
“Evenin’,” Kali echoed back, raising her glass in a toast. “And I mean this with full respect: you just made the most dramatic party entrance of the night. Surfboard, sea spray, wind machine-level hair flip? Ten outta ten.”
She stepped aside slightly to give him room at the bar, flashing him a warm smile.
“Name’s Kali. You’re just in time. There’s a mic, a fire, and apparently, free drinks courtesy of Opie, who I’m now convinced is actually a mermaid in disguise.”
She looked between them, then nodded toward the stage.
“If either of you sings anything by Fleetwood Mac, I’ll love you forever.”
She couldn’t help but laugh softly under her breath. This was exactly the energy she’d hoped the night would summon—unexpected, vibrant, a little chaotic.
Turning toward Opie first, she offered a quick curtsy and a wink.
“Opie, you are officially hired as my party hype woman. And if you really want to bring the house down—give us something that makes people cry and dance. Bonus points if there’s glitter involved.”
Then she glanced toward the approaching surfer, who’d just reached the edge of the lights. Water still glistened across his shoulders, and his accent hit like a warm breeze off the coast of somewhere reckless.
“Evenin’,” Kali echoed back, raising her glass in a toast. “And I mean this with full respect: you just made the most dramatic party entrance of the night. Surfboard, sea spray, wind machine-level hair flip? Ten outta ten.”
She stepped aside slightly to give him room at the bar, flashing him a warm smile.
“Name’s Kali. You’re just in time. There’s a mic, a fire, and apparently, free drinks courtesy of Opie, who I’m now convinced is actually a mermaid in disguise.”
She looked between them, then nodded toward the stage.
“If either of you sings anything by Fleetwood Mac, I’ll love you forever.”
Victor hadn’t realized he would be getting so much attention, let alone offered drinks already paid for. His grey-blue eyes passed over all three of them, giving each of them a respectful head to toe look of admiration. A smile bloomed on his lips as he said politely, “Yeah! Sounds good. I could use a sit down.” He grabbed the surfboard from under his arm and gripped it in both hands. He lifted it slightly up and then jabbed the nose into the sand, causing the board to stand on end. Victor patted it, testing its stability, “Good on ya,” he said to the board before heading over to the bar to join the party.
He approached with a friendly aura and a smile that promised sincerity and fun. He leaned on the bar so he could be closer to everyone else’s height. Victor stood at six feet, seven inches, and always felt it was rude to tower over people he was trying to have a conversation with. “Since I have a gracious benefactor, I will have wha’ she is havin’, please.”
Victor’s eyes shifted from the gracious redhead to the blonde bombshell of a bartender. “Heyya, Ellen.”
His attention was then adverted to the brunette who had a somewhat familiar face – now where he had seen her before he couldn’t remember. He chuckled bashfully at the ten outta ten comment. “Nah. There just aren’t a lot of people here yet. I’m sure someone will blow me clean out of the water with their entrance.” Victor was a humble guy. He could take a compliment, but it never went to his head. “Kali,” he said her name like he was trying to make a connection that was just beyond his grasp. “Ya got one of them ‘familiar faces.’ I feel like I have seen ya someplace before.” But Victor didn’t dwell, he was too ready to enjoy the evening and the drink.
Victor waved his hand in front of his face, a moment of embarrassment – he was usually good about not using Aussie slang. “A doof is a party. Not a rager nor anything too calm. Just a good time waitin’ to happen.” Ellen then explained it was a karaoke party and Victor looked a bit sheepish. “Karaoke, huh?” Victor nodded at the drink Ellen was making, “Might need ‘bout ten more of them but I’m sure I can embarrass meself some with a song.”
He approached with a friendly aura and a smile that promised sincerity and fun. He leaned on the bar so he could be closer to everyone else’s height. Victor stood at six feet, seven inches, and always felt it was rude to tower over people he was trying to have a conversation with. “Since I have a gracious benefactor, I will have wha’ she is havin’, please.”
Victor’s eyes shifted from the gracious redhead to the blonde bombshell of a bartender. “Heyya, Ellen.”
His attention was then adverted to the brunette who had a somewhat familiar face – now where he had seen her before he couldn’t remember. He chuckled bashfully at the ten outta ten comment. “Nah. There just aren’t a lot of people here yet. I’m sure someone will blow me clean out of the water with their entrance.” Victor was a humble guy. He could take a compliment, but it never went to his head. “Kali,” he said her name like he was trying to make a connection that was just beyond his grasp. “Ya got one of them ‘familiar faces.’ I feel like I have seen ya someplace before.” But Victor didn’t dwell, he was too ready to enjoy the evening and the drink.
Victor waved his hand in front of his face, a moment of embarrassment – he was usually good about not using Aussie slang. “A doof is a party. Not a rager nor anything too calm. Just a good time waitin’ to happen.” Ellen then explained it was a karaoke party and Victor looked a bit sheepish. “Karaoke, huh?” Victor nodded at the drink Ellen was making, “Might need ‘bout ten more of them but I’m sure I can embarrass meself some with a song.”
A little hunk-struck Ellen just stood, trying to make sure her mouth didn't fall open. He was even more impressive up close as he jabbed the surfboard into the sand like a Titan piercing the earth and strode (she swore in slow motion) up to the bar.
Her heart was rampaging in her chest and she just watched and twirled a ringlet of golden hair while he chatted to the other two girls. She couldn't take her eyes off his arms, those massive powerful arms. Imagining herself swept up and away in them...
"You... You'll what sorry?" He caught her off guard when he finally turned his great head to her with that easy smile, almost rolling her name over his tongue. Perhaps his accent wasn't so bad after all? Her heart felt like she'd been for a run, a very long run, she swallowed as her brain caught up with her ears.
"Oh yes, yes, sorry of course." She blurted, clearly quite flustered by the titanic Adonis stood before her.
Pull yourself together Ellen, he's just a guy. A gigantic, perfectly defined guy! Ohmygod... She pulled herself together and focused on making the drinks as he explained what a "doof" was then started talking about a "rager" Ellen blushed deep scarlet then nodded, biting her bottom lip as he explained he'd need many more before he sang.
She turned, her face still as pink as her pretty sundress, the immaculately presented cocktails held before her, one in each hand. She put them down in front of him.
"Tequila sunrise." She placed the elegantly coloured Tequila, orange and grenadine drink down. The glass was already perspiring. So was she!
"Aaand... S...S... Sex-on-the-beach." She blurted. The vodka and peach schnapps cocktail's name, putting it down quickly and looking up at him, her dark pretty eyes resting on his for only a few seconds. But it felt like an eternity, her heart felt like it was bouncing on a trampoline and about to pop out of her mouth. She just blinked twice, then scurried to the back of the bar to pretend to tidy up.
Good grief Ellen where did that come from!? He's just a man, a gigantic, and incredibly handsome man. And those arms...
She snapped a quick look back over her shoulder, eyes wide like a frightened doe and tried to compose herself as she pretended to busy herself with the optics.
Her heart was rampaging in her chest and she just watched and twirled a ringlet of golden hair while he chatted to the other two girls. She couldn't take her eyes off his arms, those massive powerful arms. Imagining herself swept up and away in them...
"You... You'll what sorry?" He caught her off guard when he finally turned his great head to her with that easy smile, almost rolling her name over his tongue. Perhaps his accent wasn't so bad after all? Her heart felt like she'd been for a run, a very long run, she swallowed as her brain caught up with her ears.
"Oh yes, yes, sorry of course." She blurted, clearly quite flustered by the titanic Adonis stood before her.
Pull yourself together Ellen, he's just a guy. A gigantic, perfectly defined guy! Ohmygod... She pulled herself together and focused on making the drinks as he explained what a "doof" was then started talking about a "rager" Ellen blushed deep scarlet then nodded, biting her bottom lip as he explained he'd need many more before he sang.
She turned, her face still as pink as her pretty sundress, the immaculately presented cocktails held before her, one in each hand. She put them down in front of him.
"Tequila sunrise." She placed the elegantly coloured Tequila, orange and grenadine drink down. The glass was already perspiring. So was she!
"Aaand... S...S... Sex-on-the-beach." She blurted. The vodka and peach schnapps cocktail's name, putting it down quickly and looking up at him, her dark pretty eyes resting on his for only a few seconds. But it felt like an eternity, her heart felt like it was bouncing on a trampoline and about to pop out of her mouth. She just blinked twice, then scurried to the back of the bar to pretend to tidy up.
Good grief Ellen where did that come from!? He's just a man, a gigantic, and incredibly handsome man. And those arms...
She snapped a quick look back over her shoulder, eyes wide like a frightened doe and tried to compose herself as she pretended to busy herself with the optics.
Ophelia didn't understand what Ellen was so tore up over. Sure, the man was a looker. He was attractive and he had an easy smile, but she wasn't so easily swayed by such things. Beauty was only skin deep and she preferred to actually get to know someone rather than get hung up on how attractive they were.
But if she and the Aussie fella hit it off, well, power to them! She'd definitely root for them!
She turned to Kali and smiled. "In the mood for a little Practical Magic vibe, my new friend? 'Crystal' by the High Priestess of Rock'n'Roll herself? Or maybe 'Rhiannon' or even 'Landslide'?" Those were top three favorites of Stevie Nicks', but, if she had to pick one, she would definitely pick 'Crystal'.
She downed the rest of her Tequila Sunrise and stood up, giving the Aussie a pleasant smile. "Nice to meet ya, friend. Name's Ophelia. You can call me Opie. I'll start us off with some karaoke!"
But if she and the Aussie fella hit it off, well, power to them! She'd definitely root for them!
She turned to Kali and smiled. "In the mood for a little Practical Magic vibe, my new friend? 'Crystal' by the High Priestess of Rock'n'Roll herself? Or maybe 'Rhiannon' or even 'Landslide'?" Those were top three favorites of Stevie Nicks', but, if she had to pick one, she would definitely pick 'Crystal'.
She downed the rest of her Tequila Sunrise and stood up, giving the Aussie a pleasant smile. "Nice to meet ya, friend. Name's Ophelia. You can call me Opie. I'll start us off with some karaoke!"
Kali watched the exchange like it was unfolding in cinematic slow motion. Victor’s entrance. Ellen’s starstruck spiral. The surfboard jabbed into the sand like King Arthur’s sword. And the cocktails delivered with a side of adorable chaos.
She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud, but her eyes sparkled with delight as she slid a sly look toward Ellen, casually raising both brows and tilting her head ever so slightly toward Victor. A subtle but unmistakable go for it, girl look.
Then, she glanced toward the back of the bar where Ellen had retreated. Without saying a word, she gave a supportive little nod and mouthed, breathe.
Turning back to Victor, Kali grinned. “That,” she said, gesturing to the drinks he’d just been served, “was probably the most high-pressure cocktail order Ellen’s had all summer. Be gentle with her, yeah?” She winked, teasing but warm. “And don’t worry. Karaoke’s not about being good. It’s about being fearless.”
But before she could say more, Opie stole the spotlight with a sparkle in her eye and the kind of energy that made Kali’s heart leap.
She gasped and clutched her chest dramatically. “Don’t you dare toy with my emotions like that, Opie. Crystal? Rhiannon? Landslide?” She clapped her hands together once, as if trying to contain her excitement. “If you start this party with Crystal, I might cry and propose at the same time.”
She leaned in closer with mock-serious intensity. “Just know that if you sing it, I’m singing backup from wherever I’m standing. It’s not a choice. It’s a compulsion.”
Then, flashing a grin to both of them, she added, “Tonight’s for magic. And messes. And maybe, just maybe… some very unexpected duets.”
She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud, but her eyes sparkled with delight as she slid a sly look toward Ellen, casually raising both brows and tilting her head ever so slightly toward Victor. A subtle but unmistakable go for it, girl look.
Then, she glanced toward the back of the bar where Ellen had retreated. Without saying a word, she gave a supportive little nod and mouthed, breathe.
Turning back to Victor, Kali grinned. “That,” she said, gesturing to the drinks he’d just been served, “was probably the most high-pressure cocktail order Ellen’s had all summer. Be gentle with her, yeah?” She winked, teasing but warm. “And don’t worry. Karaoke’s not about being good. It’s about being fearless.”
But before she could say more, Opie stole the spotlight with a sparkle in her eye and the kind of energy that made Kali’s heart leap.
She gasped and clutched her chest dramatically. “Don’t you dare toy with my emotions like that, Opie. Crystal? Rhiannon? Landslide?” She clapped her hands together once, as if trying to contain her excitement. “If you start this party with Crystal, I might cry and propose at the same time.”
She leaned in closer with mock-serious intensity. “Just know that if you sing it, I’m singing backup from wherever I’m standing. It’s not a choice. It’s a compulsion.”
Then, flashing a grin to both of them, she added, “Tonight’s for magic. And messes. And maybe, just maybe… some very unexpected duets.”
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