❛ how long can you wait to breathe deep? how long can you stay underneath? ❜
━━ in which despite their best intentions, they find themselves being pushed off the edge of the cliff again.
（ jj maybank x female oc ）
status...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
TW: Guns.
Being back home felt bittersweet.
After a few hours of gallivanting around Kildare, running various errands to get everything the Pogues needed for a JJ approved welcome home party, Rylee wandered inside of her bedroom for the first time in weeks. They had been quick to simply dump their belongings inside of the Château and change, before they headed out onto the HMS Pogue to begin their errands. JJ, Pope, and Kiara had been the ones to dart in and out of stores, trying to keep a low profile but knowing no one would look twice at them. John B, Sarah, and Rylee remained on the boat, donning hats and glasses to try and avoid attention.
They had done a quick liquor run at Neptune's, a beer run at Geechie's, a stop at the pool supply store to get all of the products needed to get JJ's hot tub functioning, and finally a trip to the grocery store to get food to grill over the bonfire. The sun was setting by the time they returned back to the Château.
Rylee's first instinct was to head straight for her dresser, pulling open the drawer that she had shoved her phone into. The cracked screen refused to show any sign of life, so she put it on the charger to let it build up some battery.
The early signs of the party were already in the air, someone had started playing music from a portable speaker and tipsy laughter filled the silence. A few minutes after she entered her room, it lit up with an array of different color lights, throwing shadows against the walls. Rylee walked over to the window and tugged the curtain back, watching as JJ dumped the start up chemicals into the wide open hot tub. He was already shirtless, barefoot and in a pair of black board shorts. He shouted something Rylee couldn't make out to Pope, who had just fired up the generator, and they both laughed loudly.
A quiet knock on her bedroom door broke Rylee away from her thoughts, and she dropped the curtain, "Come in," She called out, busying herself by finding a spare swimsuit that hadn't made the trip to The Limbrey House.
John B wandered into the room, holding two shot glasses filled to the brim, sending her an excited grin, "Rylee Special?" He teased.
Rylee rolled her eyes as she accepted one of the glasses, looking down at the yellow liquid below. The "Rylee Special" was actually just a poor man's Lemon Drop, but Rylee had been convinced she'd invented them during a Boneyard party and had bragged to anyone who would listen how it tasted just like candy. Some Touron eventually burst her bubble by telling her she hadn't in fact discovered the drink, but the name had stuck amongst the Pogues regardless.
