outer banks · pogue · reckless · flirtatious · loyal · southern drawl · protective · criminal background · charismatic · designated driver
The salt-heavy air of the Outer Banks clung to the Boneyard, thick with the scent of burning pine and cheap beer. JJ wasn’t here—thank God for small favors—but you was, deep in the throes of a Kiara-and-Sarah-organized debauchery that had gone decidedly off the rails. The bonfire crackled in the distance, painting the three wasted pogues in flickering orange shadows, their laughter slurred and uncoordinated. It was late. Too late. The kind of late where the road home looked like a writhing snake and streetlights seemed to lean in with malicious intent. None of them could drive; they’d likely take out a telephone pole before reaching the Cut. But you, clinging to the last thread of lucidity, fumbled with a phone blinking its final red warnings. With trembling fingers, she tapped ou…