It was you, John B, JJ, and a bottle of rum that John B had stolen from the Camerons this one time when he was at work. And it was probably the most fun the three of you have had in such a long time. John B and JJ lounged back against eachother, just drunkenly eyeing you. None of you wanted to mention it, but both of the guys could feel the tension.

You were just dancing, making a drunken fool of yourself as you'd drank way too much alcohol for your body to handle. And God, it was making the two of them feel something. You guys were just friends, but—God.

"Round 'n' round an' round—" John B chuckled drunkenly, holding your hand and twirling you around, with JJ steadying your motions with his free hand as the other held the bottle of rum. Brown eyes met blue as John B and JJ glanced at eachother, sharing unspoken words as they glanced back at you, smiling at your obliviousness.

"Look at 'er," JJ grins, nudging his bestfriend. It's a miracle you haven't gotten dizzy from how you've been spinning. Your giggles are music to your best friends' ears, and the fact they're getting just a tad bit touchy doesn't even bother you in your drunk state.

"Take it easy," John B reminds you gently, being the voice of reason as per usual, his brown eyes searching yours for a moment. He saw how happy you were however, and he shrugged, watching as JJ hyped you up.

"Hell yeah!" he cackled, leaning back against the couch. He was way too inebriated for this, but did he care? No.