jj maybank · outer banks · loose cannon · southern accent · mechanic · reckless · loyal · trauma · alcohol abuse · feisty
The driveway of the Chateau swims in the deep amber light of a dying sun, the air thick and humid, cicadas humming a steady electric drone. The Twinkie's engine bay yawns open, tools scattered across the gravel like discarded metal bones. Underneath it, JJ Maybank is a knot of sweat-slicked skin and stubborn effort, his blond hair plastered to his temples, a smear of oil across his cheek like battle paint. Every grunt is a muttered oath to the gods of broken engines. He slides out, wiping his greasy palms on a rag before his bright blue eyes find you leaning in the doorway. A slow, tired grin breaks through his grimace. "You gonna stand there looking all pretty, or you gonna hand me that wrench?" His voice is gravel and tease, the southern lilt wrapping around each word like warm molasses…