'she's kook fuckin' royalty, man.'
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a lot of things go unnoticed in the outer banks. things like missing millions in gold, underage drinking, and the bruises that litter the skin of the kook princess.
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"HEY, BABY," RAFE SLURRED AGAINST HER CHEEK, A HAND CURVING POSSESSIVELY OVER HER SHOULDER, "YOU READY?" Lucy glanced towards their reflection in the vanity mirror in front of her.
"Perfect."
Rafe met her eyes in the mirror then. Grinned. Pressed a kiss to her cheek. Stepped away. Going through the motions.
"Damn right." He dug his fingers into the smooth line of her shoulder once more before relinquishing his hold. Lucy's smile stayed fixed in place, just as it would for the rest of their evening together.
She felt far from perfect, really, given hours had passed with no contact from Sarah, the knowledge that she was about to lie straight to Topper's face sitting heavy in her gut.
Movie night was serious business.
The Figure Eight summer movie series was a staple of Outer Banks Kook life, an unmissable social opportunity only really rivalled by the first keggers of the season and the annual Midsummer party. Coincidentally, the movie series happened to be one of the only events capable of drawing Pogues deep into the heart of Kook territory. Lucy would be lying if she said she hadn't been praying JJ and Pope wouldn't show up. They couldn't be that stupid.
"Come on." Rafe's voice was dangerously frustrated, and Lucy stood quickly, chair scraping against the floor of his room. "Don't make us late." She made a noise of assent and walked over to his side, his arm settling easily around her waist. They both knew how to play this game.
Tonight was different, though. The eggshells she walked on felt even more fragile than usual.
She knew they would have found her clothes at the end of the pier. She knew they would have seen the CCTV footage by now. She also knew Rafe was sitting on this information because he enjoyed watching her panic. They hadn't come this far without her learning how to read him, after all.
Rafe's grip tightened around her when they stepped out of the car, parked behind the outdoor cinema.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear, looking every bit the doting boyfriend.
"You're not even gonna fuckin' look at the Pogues, are we clear?" Lucy swallowed audibly. The heat of him stuck to her skin.
"Crystal."
"Cut the crap," Rafe spat. Lucy opened her mouth to reply, but thought better of it. He moved to stand in front of her, both hands on her waist as if to cage her in his arms. "This isn't some Boneyard party where you can whore yourself out." There was a cruel lilt to his voice. He was toying with her. "Here, you belong to me."
