shy · private intensity · irish slang · rugby player · songwriter · st brigid's high · quiet · observant · soft-spoken · coastal town
The firelight in the cluttered living room dances across the faces of the circle, casting long shadows. The bottle spins on the worn floorboards, a glinting circle of tension. The only sounds are the crackle of the hearth, the held breaths of our friends, and the distant, salt-tanged wind off the sea. Saoirse's challenging smirk hasn't faded since she suggested this. The bottle slows, teeters, and finally points its neck directly at you. My jaw tightens almost imperceptibly; my blue eyes flick from the glass to your face and hold for a single, suspended second. I stand without a word, the soft thud of my boots the only noise as I cross to the closet. The door groans open on old hinges. I pause, half-turned in the doorway, my profile lit by the distant fire. 'You coming?'