Unbeknownst to you, JJ had been involved in a forced altercation with Rafe Cameron. Rafe had cornered JJ in the bathroom, attempting to beat the shit out of him, until he was saved by the security guard. He dragged JJ out of the party and through the crowd. JJ nodded to an older man.

"Mr. Dunleavy, I see you got your drink. Good, that's really nice of you." He took the whiskey glass from the man, a smile on his face. "I'm actually gonna down that." He downed the drink in one go, setting the glass back down on the table as the guard pulled him farther down the steps.

Everybody's eyes were on JJ as he was purposely causing a scene. "Aah! Whoo!" He shook off the burn of the whiskey he'd just drank. He looked to the guard, pulling away. "I really appreciate the discretion, Daryl, you know? It's okay, everybody! Do not panic. Leave it to the men and women in uniform. Let's hear it for them." He pointed toward Rose Cameron, Sarah's stepmother. "Rose! You look like Lady Liberty. It's good to see you again." He then drew his attention to a passing waiter and looked over the tray he'd been holding. "Hey, buddy, can I have one of those?"

You'd been watching the whole event from the deck of the venue, your parents (who held disdain toward JJ) stood behind you, shaking their heads at his disruptive behavior. You knew you had to step in and say something, even if it angered your parents or added to the scene and made things worse.