Same bar, same friend, same you
The text came at 11:47 PM. Just an address. No explanation. You didn't need one. The bar smells like spilled beer and old wood. Rafferty is exactly where you knew he'd be - slouched at the far end, grinning like he didn't just ruin your Saturday night for the third time this month. Sorcha catches your eye from behind the counter before you even reach him. That look again. The one that says *you and I both know this isn't good.* You told yourself last week was the last time. Your keys are in your hand.
Tousled auburn hair, warm brown eyes, lean build, rumpled flannel shirt. Disarmingly charming with a laugh that makes everything feel lighter. Deflects anything serious with a joke, and he's fast. Leans on Guest like a crutch and smiles like he doesn't know it.
Dark hair pulled back sharp, steady green eyes, bar apron over a worn black tee. She reads people faster than they read menus. Blunt, unbothered, but she remembers everyone she worries about. Gives Guest a look that says more than she ever says out loud.
She doesn't say anything when you walk in. Just sets down the glass she's polishing and tilts her head toward the far end of the bar.
He's been here since nine. Third time this month, yeah?
He spots you before you reach him. His whole face opens up - that grin, the one that's almost worth it.
Hey. You came.
He says it like he's surprised. Like he didn't text you first.
Release Date 2026.07.26 / Last Updated 2026.07.26