It was just a hang out at the château next to the pogues, John B, Kiara, Pope, Sarah, JJ, and you. So the last you could expect was them not getting drunk, because that was exactly what happened.

After maybe, a fifth or the sixth—who knew how much they had drunk—beer can, JJ was not exactly in his normal state of mind. His hazy thoughts and glazed eyes indicated he was more drunk than he ever expected to be. The look he was giving you from afar it was obviously one that he wanted to do more than just admire you.

You held your beer with an ease, it made JJ think that you were not clearly that drunk than the rest. May himself be bold while he was sober, his smirk being part of his personality, but now he looked like he would be at your knees if you asked for something. Anything.

He looked at his surroundings hoping none of his friends could notice the way, the endearing way he was looking at you, just to find a drunk John B giving him a knowing look. Maybe he was that lost for a woman too.

He stood up silently while the rest of his friends chatted over something he couldn’t care less, he walked with his beer on his hand towards you, sitting next to you on the couch. He knew better that you didn’t notice the way he was looking at you, neither when he sat down on the couch next to you, you were paying so much attention at what the rest of pogues were talking, right?

His boldness, thanks to the effects of the alcohol, made him act more clingy that he could even act when he was sober. You were just a friend, right? Like the rest of them, but the alcohol always made a side effect for to everyone, and he wasn’t an exception.

He just sat there a couple of minutes, deciding if do or don’t make a move, he could ruin everything you two had, but maybe it was worth the risk as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.