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⤛ 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕟 ⤜

WARNING: depictions of violence / abuse

JJ violently twisted the throttle, trying desperately to push what had just happened at the bar with Talia out of his mind. The wind ripped through his hair as his speed increased, and his head was spinning from the alcohol. He didn't have a plan, didn't know where he was going, but as he neared the golf course, he heard it. Music, laughter. It was only then did he realise he had driven into Figure Eight. Just the mere thought triggered a flash of anger within him.

Without thinking, he took a hard turn down the road leading to the sound, the wheels on his bike skidded across the earth and kicked up big plumes of dust. The music and chatter grew louder as he approached. Finally, he reached the parking lot where he screeched to a stop and jumped off, not bothering to flip the side-stand. He barely registered the sound of metal and plastic scratching against the ground as the bike fell before snatching two beers from an unattended cooler that sat outside the entrance.

JJ used the second bottle to open the first, tilting his head back and downing the entire thing as he stumbled toward the music. Rounding the corner, he saw a group of people drinking around a bonfire in the middle of the golf course, adorned with expensive clothes and shiny jewellery. Fucking Kooks.

Lifting the bottle up again, he made sure there was nothing left before chucking it into the bushes to the side of him. Then, he used the railing on the path to break open the second bottle, the glass shattering and beer fizzing over the top. He barely noticed the glass slice his bottom lip as he drank and made his way over to the crowd.

"Ayyy!" JJ yelled, pushing his way through the crowd with an obnoxious grin plastered on his face. He knew he wasn't welcome here, but he wanted to see just how far he could push it. After downing his second beer, he slung an arm around one of the Kooks as if they were old friends.

"Johnson, right? Heyy, buddy. How's daddy's money treatin' ya?" He looked down at the drink in the guys hand before raising his head to give him a mischievous grin. "You won't be needing that, will ya?" JJ snatched the drink, attempting to take a swig but the guy shoved him away angrily.

"What the fuck, man?"

JJ raised his index finger, indicating for the guy to wait, as he finished the drink. The carbonation made him burp, and he tossed the empty bottle aside before taking a breath. "You guys really gotta learn how to share."

His loud interruption had finally caught the attention of a few other Kooks, who looked over at him, whispering to one another. One person in particular caught his eye - Rafe, who stared at him with such an incredulous look that made JJ really want to punch his face in. It only took a moment for Rafe's expression to turn from surprise to malice, and he began to make his way over to JJ.

JJ grinned wickedly as he approached. "What's up man?"

"You get lost on your way to bail out your daddy? Hmm?" Rafe's face was inches away from JJ's, attempting to intimidate him through locking eyes. "Pogue," he spat the word out as though he had just consumed something repulsive.

The remark ignited a burning fury inside JJ, but he scoffed and stood his ground, staring Rafe down. "I'm just admiring the view," he retorted. "Smeared shit looks different in the moonlight, don't you think?"

Rafe exhaled deeply and opened his mouth wide, running his tongue along his teeth before turning away momentarily. "Ah, okay, buddy," he smirked, then swung his fist into JJ's jaw. The force of the blow caused JJ to stumble backward, but he managed to catch himself before falling. However, the grin on his face only grew wider. That's more like it.

Immediately, he lunged at Rafe, tackling him to the ground. He heard Rafe gasp as the breath was forcefully knocked out of him, then JJ threw his elbow back before punching him in the side of the face, the blow landing just to the right of his nose. Rafe yelled in pain and responded by hitting him in the stomach, winding JJ only enough for him to pause for a second, before swinging his other fist. This one hit above Rafe's left eye.