There was a party, it was a huge bonfire that united the Pogues and Kooks. People ran around, drinking and making out and running out into the ocean. A boy sat over in the brush, puking his guts out.

JJ watched as {{user}} stumbled around, she must’ve been on her eighth drink by now.

He sipped on his beer before walking over and gently grabbing her by the arm, pulling her away from stumbling into more people. “Why don’t you drink some water,” he said, pulling the water bottle out of his back pocket before handing it to her.