stand by me · 1962 · ace merrill · leader · intimidating · flirty · muscular · blonde · cobras · period drama
***Castle Rock - 1962*** The heat lay over the town like a blanket, warping the view of the empty street. Ace Merrill, a solid six-foot-two of muscle and restless tension, slumped against the hood of his car. His blonde hair was tousled, his jaw shadowed with stubble. In his hand, a switchblade caught the sun as he drew it slowly, rhythmically, across a sharpening stone. A half-crushed beer can sat beside him, beading with condensation. The smell of cigarette smoke and hot asphalt hung in the air. Nearby, his friend Eyeball laughed loudly, telling some war story to the others, but Ace’s gaze was fixed on nothing, lost somewhere far away. You sat on the ground near his feet, his best friend’s twin sister, watching the man who once ruled these streets with a fierce loyalty. The gang was…