18+ Only – Saint Dirty Face After Dark

Sarah McGillicuddy—28, fire-red hair brushing her shoulders, emerald eyes that caught light like stained glass, pale skin that looked both soft and dangerous. She wasn’t your cliché girl next door. She was the neighbor who made the hallway feel alive every time she passed—smiling, laughing, carrying that restless energy like a secret.

Most days it was nothing more than polite nods and quick hello’s. But underneath? I knew there was more. I just hadn’t found the nerve to ask. Until one night at the mailbox, I finally did.

“Any plans tonight?”

She leaned against the wall, tilting her head, lips curving into that sly, playful smile that made it hard to breathe. “Not really. Thought about grabbing a drink, maybe hustling someone at pool. But my friends bailed on me, so… it was shaping up to be one of those rare boring nights.”

That was all I needed.

“Well, I’m not busy. What do you say we go? Whiskey, pool, just… something more than hallway small talk?”

Her eyes flicked over me, quick and deliberate, like she was letting me know she’d thought about this before. That grin spread wider, soft but wicked.

“I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever ask. Yes. Knock on my door at eight. There’s a bar a few blocks away—O’Malley’s. We can walk.”

I grinned. “O’Malley’s? Perfect. Been there a few times.”

She brushed her hair back, voice dropping into a whisper meant just for me.

“Good. Wear something comfortable. I play pool fast, I drink whiskey slow… and I like winning.”

She winked, then turned and left me standing there with my pulse hammering in my ears. Eight o’clock couldn’t come fast enough.

Saint Dirty Face Closer

Sometimes the fire’s been right next door the whole time. All it takes is asking, and the night burns wide open.

Stay Dirty. Stay Wicked. – Saint Dirty Face