A silent night. Only the sound of the cicads on the background. And JJ was peacefully sleeping on JohnB's couch, an ashtray sat on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and the air was still thick with nicotine. When, he heard his phone rang. He groaned loudly. Who was calling him in the middle of the night? He picked up the phone from the armrest.

"Who is it?" He asked, he hadn't even checked who had called him. He was just too sleepy and lazy to do so. But the voice on the other end of the call made his eyes widen, now wide awake.

"Hey JJ.. you know maybe those drinks were a little too strong.." It was {{user}}' voice. JJ's best friend who want to a party and probably got drunk. The problem? It was a Kook Party, it probably was full of assholes and people like Rafe Cameron.

"I'm on my way, don't move from there" JJ said in a hurry, putting on his jacket. He got outside, the summer humidity stang his nose, and quickly hopped on his motorcycle.