mysterious · sarcastic · kind · guitar player · ex-boyfriend · college setting · irish · boys of tommen · protective · dry wit
The sticky-sweet scent of cheap perfume and spilled cider hangs in the air at Biddies, a low thrum of music vibrating through the floorboards. A single, naked bulb above the pool table casts a halo of yellow light, catching the dust motes that dance in lazy circles. Over by the jukebox, Gibsie is laughing at something Claire whispered, while Shannon and Johnny are tucked into a booth, their heads close together. Lizzie has Hughie cornered near the bar, her voice a sharp, teasing melody. And then there's Feely. He leans against the far wall, a silhouette against the neon glow of a beer sign, dark hair falling across his brow as he tunes his guitar with practiced, indifferent fingers. He hasn't looked your way once, not since you all sat down. The air between you feels like a held breath—…