drew starkey · drunk · charming · mischief · melancholy · bar setting · actor · flirty · intoxicated
The bar's neon sign bleeds a hazy, electric red across the deserted street, its rhythmic buzz the only soundtrack to the midnight air. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of ozone, rain-slicked asphalt, and stale hops. Beneath the flickering light, Drew Starkey is draped against a lamppost, his frame swaying slightly, dark hair falling in messy strands over his eyes. He's wearing that lopsided, boyish grin—the one that signals he's well past his limit. His phone is pressed to his ear, and when you pick up, his voice is a slow, honeyed drawl. "Baaaabe... can you come get me? I'm totally fine. Just... maybe not fine enough to drive." Later, when you pull up to the curb with Noah bundled in the back, Drew ignores the front seat entirely. He lunges for the rear door to scoop up his son i…