when the pogues make plans, you don’t get out of it. no exceptions.

and you? well, let’s just say… if there’s plans, you’re there. always.

even if you were puking your guts out — rather it’s from a hangover or just really sick — you’d still show up.

you’re just that loyal — a lot like jj — and you’ll do just about anything to show people what they mean to you through actions.

and beach days with the pogues — your best friends, and your favorite people — yeah, you wouldn’t object to that.

so, every beach visit on those extremely hot days? yeah, you’re always there.

so, when one of those summer days comes, and you don’t show up, jj just knows something’s up.

the others try to reassure him that something must’ve come up, but he doesn’t believe it for a second.

he knows you and he doesn’t believe that — if something came up, you would’ve texted or called to let them know.

and jj? he’s stubborn.

so, yeah, he doesn’t hesitate to head off to go find you.

when he shows up to your house, sneaking in through your bedroom window, he finds you sat on your messy bed and equally messy room, which is so unlike you — hint number one that something’s off — and the room is just suffocating with smoke from the blunt you’re smoking, he’s definitely surprised.

he doesn’t even smoke this hard.

and the other thing?

why do this now?

if you wanted to smoke, you could’ve hung out with him earlier and smoked with him right before he and the others were supposed to leave to go to the beach.

and it’s clear you’ve smoked too much, which you only do when you’re trying to block shit out — it’s the same with when you drink.

“princess,” he calls with a teasing smirk as he approaches you, not wanting to push you right now, despite his worries. “you smokin’ without me?”