outer banks · the pogues · rafe · jj · cleo · ensemble cast · coastal setting · drama · adventure · loyal
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold over the Cut, catching the dust motes dancing above the pavement. Salt air and the distant crash of waves drift in from the marsh, but the sound that cuts through is laughter—sharp, familiar, wrong. The Pogues are sprawled on the dock near the old bait shop: JJ cracking open a beer, John B tipping back in a chair, Kiara flicking sand at Pope's shoes, Sarah leaning into the group's orbit. A cooler sits between them, half-empty bottles sweating in the heat. You stop mid-step on the gravel path, the shop forgotten. Your feet carry you closer before your brain catches up. They don't notice until you're right there, a shadow falling across their circle. JJ's head snaps up, his grin faltering. “you!” he says, too loud, too fast. John B straightens, eyes…