Snippet #1689612

Lucas reeled in nothing yet again. To the left of him, his two deviant cousins were catching fish left and right. What was up with that? His pole and lures were even better! He ground his teeth together, staying silent despite a huge frustration growing. He tossed the line out again into the river that separated the mainland from the ocean.
"You going to catch a fish any time soon, Luke?" The younger cousin, Phillip, teased him. He was 15, and unhooking a fish he'd just caught. It was too small to be eaten, and frankly either of their families would skin them alive if they brought fish in a bucket into the house. Phillip was the only one allowed to call him "Luke". By everyone else, he was Lucas. He should be called by the name he was given...at least that's what he was told over and over until he just never got used to hearing "Luke".
His older cousin, Will, stepped in. "We won't be catchin' fish much longer." His eyes, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, looked up at the sky. It was sunset. The world would be growing dark soon, and Lucas would sadly have to call it a night and head home. He needed a shower; he still had the smell of oil and sweat smeared onto his skin. His hands were covered in black marks, but no matter how many times he washed his hands they wouldn't come off. He sighed, knowing that he'd be back at the garage tomorrow anyway, and for a moment wondered what the point of taking a shower would be.
"Oh, right. That bonfire's tonight, isn't it?" Phillip asked.
"What bonfire?" Lucas hadn't heard of any bonfire. It was strange that he hadn't heard of something going on in a strip of land this small.
"Yeah, it's tonight. Someone's throwing a bonfire party tonight on the beach. Supposed to be pretty crowded, I think. Phil and I were gonna crash it, see if there's anyone interesting there. Wanna go?"
At this point, Will and Phillip were packing up their fishing gear, and Lucas decided to go ahead and pack his stuff too. Lucas knew he should go home and shower, but he supposed he'd just jump in the ocean to subdue the smell of the garage until he got home later that night. The warm early summer weather made even the night time comfortable for something like that. Lucas shrugged, carrying his tackle box and pole in one hand and started to walk away from the riverside. "I guess so. Where on the beach is it? I'll meet you both up there."
"Right on the end of your street, actually. Just walk down to the beach, you won't miss it." As they started to part ways, Phillip called, "See ya later, Luke!"
"See you," he simply said. His house came up fast, seeing as he wasn't very far from the river or the beach. He put his tackle-box and fishing pole in the shed in his backyard, knowing he'd get yelled at if he just left it on the ground. He went inside after taking off his sandy shoes, and went upstairs to change into swim trunks and a black tanktop. Usually he'd just go shirtless, but he didn't know what the attire of the party would be. He could (and would) always take off his shirt once he got there, anyway. While he was changing and attempting to get the black off of his hands again, he wondered who on his street would throw a party like that.

((OOC: Sorry, this ended up being a bit long. xD I tend to get carried away haha.))