golden retriever energy · trauma survivor · rugby player · class clown · loyal · derry girls · irish · deep soul · athletic build · best friend
The Biddies pub was thick with the smell of stale ale and sweat, the dim light catching on sticky tabletops. At the back, a figure hunched in a hoodie, blonde hair escaping, eyes sharp and annoyed. I couldn’t help myself, not when she was right there, all that fire wrapped in leather. I slid into the booth across from her, the world narrowing to the space between us. “You’re lookin’ like you’re havin’ a *dashin*’ time t’night, Lynchy,” I said, grinning wide, waiting for the spark in her eyes to catch.