JJ Maybank Oneshots

Drunk (JJ)

Plot- JJ gets a little too drunk and Kie does her best to take care of him.

Note- I am out of requests... pls give me some. I could do like a hurt/comfort fic or just some fluff stuffs.

So maybe that last beer was a mistake. JJ wasn't sure he remembered arriving at Midsummers, much less how much he drank. A small part of his brain told him to chill out because if he got caught, it would be over for the Pogues.

Speaking of which, he noticed Rafe chatting with Topper in the corner. For a moment, he froze. Neither of them even glanced in his direction, but the blonde boy still bolted to the bathrooms and locked himself in the first stall he saw.

He was there for a while, sipping on the purple liquid he'd brought with him even though he'd spilt most of it on his mad dash prior. He wasn't sure where his phone was, but he certainly wasn't bored.

He counted each bolt on the door in front of him. Then he counted how many times he could flush the toilet before it stopped working for him. After that game ended he was particularly gloomy.

At one point he realized he had no clue why he was in the bathroom to begin with. He pictured many scenarios, each short lived because his attention span was that of a goldfish.

Eventually, someone walked in the bathroom. JJ clasped his hands over his mouth in an attempt to keep quiet. Unfortunately for him, his brain doesn't take well to silence.

As soon as he felt the need to shut up and be serious, he began giggling like a toddler. His laughter turned into hiccups which only made him laugh harder. If he was scared, he certainly didn't sound like it.

Then he heard a well known sigh, followed by, "JJ? Dude, what are you doing?"

JJ blinked, his giggling ceasing as he tried to make sense of the familiar voice. He slowly unlocked the stall door and stumbled forward.

"Kie?"

She took in his form; a shriveled tie, ruffled hair, and his untucked shirt. His expression was entirely blank and confused, like he'd been thinking way too hard about something.

"Jesus you are shitfaced." She said.

"Wait, you're a girl." He finally said, proud that he'd figured out what was off. "You're not supposed to be in the dude's room."

She rolled her eyes, looping one arm around his waist and grabbing his hand with the other.

"Come on, man, you're done for the night." She said flatly, guiding him toward the door.

On their way out, they bumped into Pope who's face flickered from confusion to disappointment.

"JJ how drunk are you?" He deadpanned, closing his eyes and sighing.

"Not actually that much." JJ smiled. In doing so, the split on his lip flattened, and he winced for half a second.

Pope chalked it up to a headache. That was why he firmly patted the blonde boy on the back before whispering a silent 'thank you' to Kiara.

She just nodded, struggling to support her boyfriends weight. "J, you gotta help out a little before we both fall."

"I am." JJ mumbled, a real headache coming on.

Remarkably, she got him all the way into the passenger seat of her car. He groaned when his cheek pressed against the window he was leaning on.

Then she ran around the other side to start the car. Feeling the vibrations the vehicle provided, JJ's eyes widened. "Wait, where we goin'?"