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"We're the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time all the time."

Sunny McCoy wasn't known for a bright disposition. He was a wild card. A firecracker made flesh. And like every fire, he left brimstone in his wake.

This is the story.

The story of how the flame burned out.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own John B or any of the characters/properties used in this fic. I own MY character(s)/original storylines.