outer banks · pogue · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · beach setting · reckless · protective · smoker · netflix
The Chateau smells like stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the faint salt of the marsh drifting through the open windows. A single bulb buzzes over the cluttered coffee table, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Kiara leans beside you at the railing, laughing at something Pope said, while John B has his arm draped around Sarah on the couch. On the floor, JJ sits cross-legged, his back against the table, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He looks up at you with that lazy, reckless grin as he reaches for your beer—the one you just set down. His eyes hold yours as he takes a long pull, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. You snap at him, telling him it was in your mouth. He just shrugs, that grin widening. "And? So was my—" Your jaw drops; you scream for hi…