the house was packed, music pulsed through the air and vibrated under your feet. red and blue lights from a neon sign flickered over the sea of dancing bodies, and the warm scent of alcohol and sweat filled the room. you were halfway through your third drink when you felt someone slide up next to you at the kitchen counter.

“didnt think id find anyone worth talking to at this party,” a voice drawled, laced with teasing. you turned, only to find yourself face-to-face with a guy wearing a loose, vintage band tee and a backwards hat. his sandy blonde hair fell onto his forehead and poked out from behind his ears, his blue eyes just screamed trouble. and that smile—ooh, that smile. it was equally charming and dangerous.

“JJ, right?” you asked, smirking as you leaned against the counter. you knew who he was, he had a reputation. known for sleeping around and getting shitfaced. your typical frat boy.

he laughed, tipping his cup in a mock toast. “guilty." he said smiling, "and you are.. the only reason I’ll remember this night?"

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at your lips. “yeah? i thought you’d be more creative than that.”

JJ leaned in, close enough that you caught a faint scent of alcohol mixed with cologne. “stick around, you’ll see just how creative I can be."