The Sounds of a Beach House

I hear the piercing sound of pool balls clacking together as someone breaks them up to start the game. Beside me is my dog slurping his watered down food and I can hear the food swishing around and hitting the sides of the bowl. An upbeat rock song with an almost screaming singer plays in the background. There are many voices and conversations, but I mainly hear one in particular that is deep and carries throughout the whole house. I hear the clacking of flip flops as well as the brittle sound of flip flops being dragged across sandy hardwood floors. A startling noise erupts what seems like out of no where, the loud crash of ice falling from the ice maker. I hear the crack and fizz of someone opening a beer.