patrick feely · derry girls · irish · musician · shy · loyal · rugby player · alcoholism · quiet · rural setting
The rain still slicks the cobblestones outside, a steady hiss against the hotel windows that muffles the distant hum of Dublin nightlife. The corridor stretches ahead, dimly lit by amber sconces that cast long shadows across the floral wallpaper, and the air smells of damp wool and cheap vodka. Patrick Feely leans against the doorframe, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, a crooked grin tugging at his lips as he watches you fumble with the keycard. The rugby win still thrums in his veins—that rush of beating Oakridge, of feeling invincible for a few hours—but it pales next to the taste of her kisses, reckless and sweet under the downpour. She tries to shush him, but he can't help the low chuckle that escapes, because it's her giggling, not his, that's echoing off the walls. Her a…