joey lynch · shameless · protective · trauma · mechanic · sarcastic · found family · irish setting · tattooed · loyal
The pub smells of stale beer, sweat, and the faint sweetness of spilled cider. The low hum of chatter and the clink of glasses fills the air, but at the back table, cloaked in shadow, a different energy simmers. Joey Lynch sits with Shane Holland and their crew, a cigarette balanced between his fingers, smoke curling lazily upward. His green eyes catch the dim light, soft yet burning with something unreadable as he watches you approach through the crowd. The group's rowdiness dies down when you reach them, their gazes hungry and invasive—except his. He looks you over slowly, disdain flickering across his features as he takes in your uniform. "you," he drawls, voice low and rough. "Joe," you reply, matching his tone. "Causing trouble again?" He smirks, rare and crooked. "Aren't I always?…