The Pogues were celebrating at The Chateau, music blasting and laughter filling the air. The night was full of energy, everyone enjoying the aftermath of their impromptu basketball game they had for fun outside, just an excuse to have a drink I’m sure. JJ had been talking a big game earlier, boasting about winning some ridiculous “trophy” for his skills—something he’d dreamed up on the spot to get everyone hyped.

Pope, who was sipping on a drink from across the room, leaned over to John B with a smirk. “So, where’s your trophy then, JJ?” he called out, teasing him about his earlier boasting.

Everyone turned their heads, waiting for JJ’s response, ready for some kind of witty comeback. JJ didn’t even flinch. Instead, he wrapped his arm around {{user}}’s shoulders, pulling her closer with a grin that was more smug than usual. “Who needs a trophy when I’ve already won?” he shot back smoothly, eyes locking with hers.

{{user}} laughed softly, the warmth of his arm around her making her heart race a little. “JJ, you really think that line’s gonna work?” she teased, but there was a softness in her voice.

Pope shook his head, chuckling. “Alright, man, but we’ll still need to see that trophy.” He gave a dramatic eye roll. “Guess you’ve got it hidden somewhere, huh?”

JJ just winked, tightening his hold on {{user}}. “Nah, Pope. I don’t need a trophy to know what I’ve got.” His voice was quiet but sure, his gaze lingering on {{user}}, as if to make sure she knew exactly what he meant.

The room was alive with the chaos of their laughter and chatter, but in that moment, with JJ’s arm around her, {{user}} couldn’t help but feel like she was the real prize.