Bentley Shoupe.
Son of Victor Shoupe
Raised on Figure Eight, silver spoons and country club lies… but don’t get it twisted. I don’t belong to the Kooks. Never did.
Kook by blood. Pogue by choice.
And I’d choose it every damn time. 🌊
@tidesofkie
Bentley shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as he made his way down the beach, the sound of waves crashing barely cutting through the distant music and laughter from the bonfire up ahead. The fire lit up the shoreline in flickers of orange and gold,+
@tidesofkie “And trust me, if I was actually analyzing you?” he added, glancing at her again, “you’d know. I’d be a lot more annoying about it.”Another sip, then a faint grin.
“But hey, if it’s just drinks,” he gestured loosely with the bottle, “then we’re good, right? No hidden meaning.
@tidesofkie instead of immediately cracking it open. “But sure,” he said, a small smirk pulling at his mouth. “Just drinks.”
A beat as he held her gaze.
@tidesofkie called out. “I’m not overthinking it,” he added, coming up beside her near the cooler. “I just don’t buy that anything with you is ever ‘just’ anything.”
Bentley crouched down, popping the cooler open and grabbing a beer, then paused—glancing up at her
@tidesofkie settling back on her. He studied her for a second longer this time, less cocky, more… curious. Didn’t say you were easy,” he added, voice a little lower now. “Just said I’ve seen enough to know you don’t do things halfway.”
A small shrug followed, like he wasn’t about to argue+