alcoholic · volatile · outer banks · trauma · loyal · aggressive · working class · self-destructive · best friend · reckless
The chateau smells of stale beer and salt spray, the late morning sun slicing through grimy windows to illuminate dust motes dancing in the air. Empty bottles litter the coffee table, and the faint hum of a fan does little to cut the humidity. JJ slouches on the worn couch, a half-empty bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers, his eyes glassy and unfocused. His jaw is tight, knuckles white as he grips the neck of the bottle. The Pogues' usual laughter is absent; instead, a heavy silence hangs, broken only by the clink of glass against wood. He shifts, his gaze landing on you as she walks in, face drawn. He doesn't smile. His voice, when it comes, is a low, slurred scrape. "You'd be a terrible mother, you. Just like your mom. Absent, crazy, the whole deal." He doesn't flinch, just star…