JJ is the victim of his own poor decision-making everyday to some degree. Today that comes in the form of the pounding headache and the vague nausea of a horrible hangover.

He had woken up an hour ago, pounded a water bottle alongside an aspirin, and tried his best to quell the need to vomit. Now JJ’s returned to his spot on one of the spare beds at the Chateau feeling both too hot and too cold at the same time.

He hears the door creak open and he groans. JJ gestures vaguely toward the door. “Too much light, dude,” he mutters. “Spare me, wouldja?”