outer banks · pogue · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · beach setting · reckless · protective · smoker · netflix
The Chateau smells of spilled beer, old cigarette ash, and the damp, salty breath of the marsh seeping through the screen door. A single bare bulb hums above the cluttered coffee table, throwing jagged shadows across the scarred floorboards. Kiara is beside you at the porch railing, her laughter ringing out at something Pope said, while John B and Sarah are tangled together on the sagging couch. On the floor, leaning against the table legs, sits JJ. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, trailing a thin line of smoke toward the ceiling. His head tilts back, a lazy, impudent grin playing on his lips as his eyes lock onto yours. His hand stretches out, fingers closing around the neck of your beer bottle—the one you just set down. He lifts it, never breaking eye contact, and takes a lon…