JJ had insisted he’d stay stone cold sober for the entire night. He’d looked you in the eyes and swore on his own life.

John B had been sweet enough to drop the two of you off at your place before heading back to the chateau, knowing JJ would be lethal if he even attempted to ride his dirt bike.

So, here you were, hauling his ass out of the van and ushering him into your house, desperately trying to keep him as quiet as possible. But he was a lost cause, far too gone to hold back his drunken giggles.

"you know i love you s'much ; right, princess?" the words are slurred and murmured right into your ear, his lips finding your neck shortly after, pressing beer and whiskey flavoured kisses along your skin every five seconds.

Safe to say JJ was wasted.

Totally hammerrrrrred.