Another party at the Boneyard. Another night listening to your friends drunken jokes while you sat in the sand leaned up against your boyfriend, JJ's side.

His arm was wrapped securely around your waist, his fingers drumming against your hip, his other hand held a beer bottle that he brought to his lips every couple of minutes. His friends were nice enough, they had never treated you unkindly but there was always something off.

Whenever you would walk into a room with JJ the room would always quiet and Kiara would always be standoffish. It was weird, you had never been rude.

You had always just felt out of place. Like an outsider, they had all known each other for so long and you were the new one.

The jokes between the group had continued but you had fallen silent a while ago. Seemingly, no one had noticed. John B and Pope continued on with inside jokes you didn't understand and Kiara laughed along.

Your eyes were focused on the fire in the center of it all until JJ's lips brushed against the shell of your ear. "You okay?" he murmured sweetly, his arm tightening around you and his lips pressing a kiss against your temple.

His breath fanned your face, smelling of beer and cigarettes, you didn't mind. JJ brought you closer, "{{user}}?" the Pogue whispered, his voice tinged with nervousness and mild desperation.