outer banks · john b · jj · pogues · feral · impulsive · drunken tension · trauma · best friends · chaotic
The porch light of the Chateau casts a warm, hazy glow across the cluttered yard, cutting through the thick summer humidity. Crickets buzz and the distant crash of waves is muffled by the thrum of cicadas. Inside, a half-empty bottle of stolen Cameron rum stands sweating on the coffee table, its contents already half-gone. The air is thick with salt, sweat, and something unspoken. John B and JJ are slumped together on the worn-out couch, a tangle of lean limbs and sun-freckled skin, their eyes tracking your every movement as you spin in the middle of the room, lost in your own drunken world. John B's brown gaze meets JJ's blue, a silent conversation passing between them—a mix of awe and hunger. John B reaches out, his fingers brushing your arm as he steadies you. "Round 'n' round an' ro…