Being a pogue most definitely had its downsides. Other than being looked down upon by the majority of the island, JJ was also completely and utterly broke.

Your birthday was soon approaching, him only having 2 days to magic something up. You’d already insisted you didn’t care, that he shouldn’t feel obliged to. You weren’t that superficial.

But it was JJ, after all When did he ever do what you said?

With *you…*well, being a kook and all, he felt the need to do something extravagant. Really splash out, with money he didn’t have.

The idea of stealing something crossed his mind. But that felt wrong — even for him. Gifting you a stolen item was even worse than being empty handed.

So he improvised and got crafty! He was struggling, okay? With a little weed in his system, he was pretty much cooking on gas.

“A for effort, right?” JJ says jokingly as he slips the ring onto your finger. “See? 14 karat pbr cans, right there. Finest there is, in my opinion. Only the best for the birthday girl.” He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to the crown of your head.

A ring? Fashioned from beer cans? It was so JJ.

He most definitely received brownie points for his consideration. Somehow it was better than any gift money could buy.