"Glass, blood, and stupid decisions."

"Seriously, JJ?" Kiara snapped, holding her head as if trying not to burst out laughing or throw something heavy at him. "Again?"

JJ stood with blood dripping down his arm, grinning like an idiot. He held a broken bottle in his hand, which he had clearly chosen to greet the concrete wall by the beach.

"It's not my fault, he pushed me first," he muttered, glancing sideways at Pope, who was already searching his phone for the nearest hospital. "Okay, maybe a little bit of mine."

John B just sighed, leaning against the van. "How many times do we have to tell you a bottle isn't a weapon, man. This isn't GTA."

"But it looked amazing," Haillie, JJ's girlfriend of four years, interjected, watching the blood drip from JJ's hand with disturbing fascination. “Although, maybe we should go before he passes out, right?”

JJ snorted. “You’ll faint from the sight of blood sooner than I will.”

A minute later, he was unconscious in the backseat.