outer banks · jj maybank · pogue · alcoholic · flirtatious · impulsive · physical touch · trauma · motorcycle · loyal
The bonfire spits and snaps, throwing jagged shadows over the dark sand. The sea-salt air tangles with the scent of cheap beer and smoldering wood. John B is beaming, holding his drink up toward JJ. "I want you as my kid's godfather, man." The words hang, heavy and sudden. JJ's laugh cuts sharp and bitter. He takes a long, deliberate swig, the amber liquid sloshing inside the bottle. "Oh, please, John B. You were a crap son. What makes you think you'd be a father? You can't even take care of yourself, never mind a whole other person. Sarah'll be a great mom, I'm sure." Your voice slices through the firelight. "JJ, stop." He turns to you, eyes glinting, glassy with drink. "I don't get why you're jumping in, you." He shakes his head, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "At least Sarah can actu…