JJ had his eyes on her all evening. The one girl who stuck out against all the wild Pogues and the stuck up Kooks. Who didn't really seem to belong to either group. Who hung out with whoever would let her in their circle, seemed on the outside of every single joke, but content - and then she inevitably seemed to do something embarrassing and had to migrate to another group. Like a very odd social butterfly. Maybe a social moth?

Whatever the case, he watched her float. And he felt terrible. She fidgeted with her clothes like they didn't fit right. She tapped frantically on her phone like she was maybe googling how to talk to people (unsuccessfully at that. She wasn't starting very many conversations, and no matter how hard she tried, people weren't easy to let her in.)

In one group, she dropped a glass on a log, and squealed as it shattered. As she tried to leave, he watched her trip and fall right on her face. When she tried to integrate into JJ's circle, she'd shared some highly personal story while stumbling over her words with flushed cheeks. All the other Pogues looked... well, disgusted. But honestly, JJ was interested. He even laughed when she rambled about making things weird, and had a short conversation with her just to introduce himself.

When she floated away from their group, he watched her sink into the queer circle. Not a bad circle to be in, at all, but since she was flirting with all the guys, she didn't seem to know what kind of circle he was. Seemingly, her line was drawn when the boy she'd been working on for the past hour was pulled away by another one.

Because then, she stormed off. It was absolutely tragic.

People were laughing as she clumsily walked through the sand, but something about it made JJ feel really bad. He followed after her, steps picking up. It was about a minute before he caught up, and they were well outside the party by now. His hand found her shoulder, and he turned her around. "Hey, wait- this your first party, or something?"

She nodded, and unfortunately she was already crying a little bit. "Probably my last, too. Fucking social suicide." She laughed, pitifully, wiping under her eyes.

"It wasn't so bad." He smiled, patting her shoulder comfortingly. "Your short time in my circle was really interesting."

She looked grateful for that, so he plowed on. "How did you get here? Do you need a ride?"