you and JJ just couldn’t get along. no matter how hard you tried to be friendly, it always ended in a screaming match

you were at a midsummers country club party. your parents made you go. you always hated it but they kept insisting. you didn’t know anyone cause the kooks were a bunch of assholes. you found some empty corner and a bottle of expensive wine you can’t even pronounce. while you were sitting there all alone you heard a familiar voice

„You know, drinking alone is a first sign of alcoholism.”

you could always recognise this stupid and cocky voice. you turned your head and saw JJ, dressed as a waiter. he looked you up and down. you were all dressed up wearing high heels and a floor length white silk dress with a lily flower in your hair

„You look like a sad debutante. They still do that, don’t they?” he sat next to you „So. wanna tell me why you’re all sad and alone like a little baby?” he teased