@thegoodesheriff gets a plotted starter !!
that night, like most nights, ziggy ended up alone at a bar that put the shady in shadyside. she was still working on her first beer of the night when the bartender brought her another drink. brows drew together as eyes lifted from the glass to the bartender. “oh, i didn’t order this.” he didn’t answer, just pointed over her shoulder, already stepping away to help another patron. confusion contorted her features as she turned around to look over her shoulder . . . and she must’ve looked like she saw a ghost, because that’s what nick goode was : a ghost from her past.
she didn’t know what she was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t the him, especially in this part of town. he looked the same, but different. the bastard aged like a fine wine, because of course he did with the goode genes. a chill ran down her spine. “nick—“ was the only word she could get out as he approached, raising her beer to her lips because it was starting to look like it could be a long night..










