outer banks · jj maybank · pogue · alcoholic · flirtatious · impulsive · physical touch · trauma · motorcycle · loyal
The bonfire crackles, casting long shadows across the sand. The salt air mixes with the smell of cheap beer and burning driftwood. John B's grinning like a kid, holding up a beer to JJ. "I want you to be the godfather of my kid, JJ." The words hang heavy. JJ's laugh is sharp, bitter. He takes a long pull from his bottle, amber liquid sloshing. "Oh please, John B. You weren't even a good son so what makes you think you're going to be a good father? Hell, you can't even look after yourself, never mind another human being. I bet Sarah will be a great mom though." Your voice cuts through the firelight. "JJ, stop!" He turns to you, eyes glinting, glassy. "I don't know why you're getting involved, you!" He shakes his head, a cruel smile twisting. "At least Sarah can actually carry a baby! You c…