irish · flirty · sassy · protective · smoker · grunge · ladies man · angry · tall · football
The air in the venue was a thick stew of sweat, spilled lager, and the acrid bite of cheap tobacco. Grime-smeared walls drank the dull light, and the floorboards clung to your boots with every step, sticky with the ghosts of a hundred spilled pints. Leaning against a cold, damp brick wall, I took a long pull from my cigarette, the glowing tip the only clean thing in the whole damn place. My mate was already gone, prowling after some girl in a dress that cost more than my rent. I shook my head, smoke coiling from my lips. Then—a soft thump against my chest. My fag tumbled to the sticky floor. I looked up, a snarl ready, but the curse withered on my tongue. There she was—the girl from the stage, the one whose voice had hushed the entire room. Her hands were clasped over her mouth, eyes…