The Boneyard buzzed with laughter and crackling firelight, the Pogues sprawled on the sand, beers in hand. JJ, ever the entertainer, was in his element, acting out a wild story about fireworks gone wrong. His exaggerated gestures and dramatic voice had everyone cracking up, but it was {{user}}’s laughter he was chasing, her smile making his antics worth it.

He flopped down beside her with a grin, soaking in the sound of her lingering laughter, when the mood shifted. Rafe strolled over, as smug as ever. JJ tensed instantly, his good mood evaporating as Rafe focused on {{user}} with a practiced smile.

He handed her a beer. “Figured you deserved something better than the gas station swill Maybank dragged in,” he said, his tone dripping with fake charm.

JJ’s jaw tightened, his sharp retort ready, but Rafe’s tone dipped, just enough to sting. “You know,” he said smoothly, “you don’t really fit in with these guys. You could do better.”

JJ stood up in an instant, stepping between them. “Why don't you piss off, Cameron?” he said, his tone sharp enough to cut through the tension.

Rafe smirked, clearly unfazed. “What’s the matter, Maybank? Not my fault you won't make a move.”