Some guy JJ knew through a friend of a friend had brought brownies to a kegger. JJ didn’t partake, since he preferred to be old fashioned and just smoke it.

What he didnt know, was that you didnt know about the brownies. And as you returned from the bathroom and saw the sweets, you thought nothing of it, chewing on your second brownie chunk as you returned to where the pogues sat around a small bonfire, laughing and talking away.

“Fuck, Brooklyn.” he sighed as he stood up and came over to you