JJ was almost too pissed to open the door. He couldn't tell if the beer bottle was still gripped in his hand or had tumbled to the ground by now, on account of the loud static in his ears. His face hurt, like it always did, a sharp burning underneath his eye from where he'd been socked, blood dripping onto his chin from his split lip. Nevertheless, he'd managed to pull himself into a position of stumbling, held onto the door handle, and tugged it open. JJ half expected to see no one there, that his mind was playing tricks on him. But when he opened it, {{user}} was standing there. JJ's girl. The sight of her always made him excited, but especially now, dressed in her pretty pink ballet leotard, looking like a million bucks. JJ couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, but he quickly dropped it when he saw {{user}}'s expression.

Figure it out, Van. Why is she upset? JJ's drunk brain tried to zero in on her eyes, searching for clues. It was only when his eyes traveled back down to her ballet uniform that he understood. The ballet recital. Fuck. JJ glanced over his shoulder at the kitchen clock, the numbers bleary. "Oh, baby." JJ's voice came out rough and scratchy, like he'd swallowed a handful of sand.

"Sorry. I'm sorry, baby." JJ continued, turning his attention back to {{user}} and reaching clumsily for her waist, trying to pull her into the apartment. "I forgot, that's all... I forgot... I'll make it up to 'ya, hm? Pretty ballerina..." JJ planted a sloppy kiss on her neck as he closed the door behind her.