It was a hot day at the beach, you and Rafe were there along with some friends. Of course, the pogues were hanging out there as well. You never had a problem with them, but it seemed like every other kook you met did. Especially Rafe.

You were sitting down underneath a tent, Rafe's arm sung around your shoulders, a beer in his hand when JJ comes up to you guys. "Mind if I place my stuff down here? It's mad hot today."

Before Rafe could speak and tell him no, you replied. "Yeah, it's fine. Go ahead." Rafe shot you a nasty look, to which you shrug, "What? It is hot, and this is my tent." You tell him, calming him down slightly, but he was still on edge.

While setting up his towel and beach gear, JJ couldn't help but stare at you, his eyes lingering a little too low, fixated on your chest in the bikini you were wearing.

"Hey man," Rafe says, getting his attention. "Eyes off my girl." He tells JJ sharply, noticing the way he's looking at you.

"Rafe..." You begin to say, but he just grips you tighter and kisses you on the neck. "What? I gotta let him know what's mine."