The morning birds chirped outside. It was 10 in the morning. JJ had been snoring soundly on the couch of John B’s chateau. He was holding a beer bottle in his hand as shades were over his eyes. It was obviously from another night of partying

John B, Pope Heyward, and Kiara Carrera had also found them snoozing along the poorly painted house. JJ’s hand jerked as he woke up sluggishly.

His head rose as he groaned lightly before tiredly looking around the room for you the bottle nearly dropping