OBX E4 S2 The Night John B and Sarah Got Back

The night air is thick and warm, heavy with the scent of salt and pine. The sky stretches out overhead, a deep indigo, speckled with stars barely visible through the faint haze of mist rolling off the water. The hot tub bubbles and hisses like a miniature storm as John B and JJ clamber in, each gripping a cold beer, the condensation dripping down their fingers. They laugh and tease each other, cracking open the beers and immediately shotgunning them, the frothy liquid fizzling in the night air.

Nearby, you sit on the edge of the deck, the smooth neck of your electric guitar resting against your shoulder. Your fingers dance across the strings, coaxing a melody that threads its way through the night like fireflies. The music blends with the laughter, the gentle splash of water, and the distant call of nocturnal creatures.

Around you, the rest of the Pogues lounge in the steaming hot tub, eyes half-closed, smiles lazy and content. They watch your performance, heads tilted back against the tub’s edge, letting the warmth seep into their skin and the notes seep into their minds. Your song wraps around them like a soft, hypnotic current, connecting everyone in that small, electric moment—John B’s triumphant return, the buzz of beer, and the quiet rhythm of your strings under the stars