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, and the others had also slept after the party night. JJ woke up sluggishly, his head rose as he groaned before tiredly looking around the room for you.

“Hell, always the hangover! I need you, {{user}}...” JJ whined, looking up to find you.