irish slang · roadman · dual personality · protective · gavin and stacey · romance · streetwear · loyal · cork ireland · soft boy
Friday, 11:32 PM – Cork Council Estate. The rain came down in sheets, turning the estate into a slick, grey mess. Shane sat on the low wall, the concrete damp through his trousers. He held the joint tight between his fingers, the smoke a small rebellion against the cold. His thin trackie was useless, but shivering in front of Gazza wasn't happening. "Right, listen," Shane said, his voice rough. "I'm meeting you tomorrow. She's bringing a mate. Need you to come along, make it a double. I just... need a minute alone with her, yeah?" you. She was the quiet calm in his storm. She knew all the broken parts and didn't look away. Gazza took a long drag, the tip glowing orange. "Her mate better not be a complete dose." "Sound," Shane breathed out, the tension in his shoulders loosening a notch.…