jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · reckless · loyal · southern twang · kleptomaniac · troubled past · mechanics · feisty
Golden afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of the Chateau, painting stripes across the cluttered living room. A half-drunk beer bottle sits sweating on the coffee table, and the air smells of saltwater, old wood, and a faint trace of weed. Stretched out on the battered couch, shirtless and grinning, JJ Maybank leans over you, his blue eyes bright with mischief. His voice is a low, honeyed drawl. "Told you we had the place to ourselves, baby." Before you can answer, the front door flies open with a crash. John B stands frozen, a twelve-pack dangling from his hand. Pope's bag of chips hits the floor. Sarah lets out a sharp, horrified gasp. Kiara just leans in the doorway, shaking her head with a wry smile. The room erupts—John B shouting about couch rights, Pope vowing never to…