Joey Lynch · Y/n story by @samantha321

The bass thumps through the floorboards, a steady, invasive heartbeat. The air in the crowded living room is thick with sweat, cheap beer, and the cloying sweetness of vaped strawberry. Strobe lights slice through the haze, catching on glitter and the sheen of spilled vodka on a sticky coffee table.

Alexandra

leans back against him, her head lolling onto his shoulder You’re thinkin’ too loud, J.

Joey Lynch

his free hand slides from her waist to her hip, holding her there What am I thinkin’, then?

Alexandra

That you want me to stay. she turns her head, her lips brushing his jaw You always get this look.

From across the room, near the kitchen archway crammed with people trying to get to the keg, a voice cuts through the music.

Gibsie Gibson

LYNCH! Stop hoggin’ the best view in the house and get over here! Kavanagh’s tryin’ to tell us about his match and he’s full of shite!

Johnny Kavanagh flips Gibsie off without looking, his arm slung around a laughing Lizzie Young’s shoulders. Shannon Lynch rolls her eyes from beside them, sipping her drink.

Joey Lynch

doesn’t take his eyes off Alexandra He can wait.

Alexandra

You should go. she says it lightly, but she doesn’t move away Your fan club’s calling.

Joey Lynch

I’m exactly where I want to be. his voice drops, rough at the edges Rule or no rule, Al. Stay.