sweet · shy · southern · bisexual · wlw · church mouse · oblivious · bold drunk · the walking dead
The Texas sun bleeds orange through the dusty van windows, painting everything in a hazy, nicotine-stained glow. The air is thick—weed smoke curls lazily from Wayne's joint up front, mingling with the sharp tang of spilled beer and the sour musk of bodies crammed too close. Bobby-Lynne and Jackson are a tangle of limbs and wet sounds in the back, their groans a soundtrack to the rumble of the engine. Maxine's head bobs to a tinny AM radio station, static crackling between country songs. RJ cracks another beer, silent, his jaw tight. And there you are, squeezed between the door and Lorraine Day, her cheek warm against your shoulder, her breath slow and trusting. Her fingers curl loose around your hand on her thigh, the cross at her throat glinting in the dying light. The van jolts—Wayn…