Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, unfortunately.
Rating: PG/PG-13
A/N: Hey, guys. I know this one took awhile; sorry, I kind of had writer's block on this. There will be one more in this series, followed by the alternate story. I am sending this out unbeta'd, so let me know of any major issues you have.
Feedback: No super excuses this time around, but always appreciated.
All right, so the editing/break thingy isn't totally working, so bear with me.
So, Josh,
Tell me, since, you're up there, you know, "in the know" and I'm down here: is the whole drunken calling in the middle of the night thing genetic, or something? Not that I mind hauling my inebriated godson out of a bar at three o'clock on the morning, but, well, it's a good thing Ainsley likes him, or she'd make my life unbearable. My woman is just as odd about sleep as she is about food. It's kind of a turn-on…
Back to the issue at hand. Yeah, well, I guess it's not as though he didn't have a reason to get drunk. He just broke up with Kim. I feel for him, and all, but there will be much rejoicing down this end. Yeah, think Mandy and Lisa rolled into one. He doesn't quite have your awful track record with women, but every once in a while he picks a real "doozy of a floozy," if you know what I mean. Not that she was a floozy, per se, but… You know what, I'm just gonna stop now. While I'm ahead. Sort of. Yeah.
He's amusing when he's drunk, JJ is. He got your system, to his chagrin, but he doesn't pass out. He gets loony, and really happy. It's quite the sight. Anyway, I left him in the capable hands of one of his roommates, Becca. I think both she and Chris are used to "Drunk JJ," though, because she took one look and went, "Oh, Lord. Come on, Champ." We all like Becca. Especially Donna.
So, tomorrow I shall show up at his apartment bearing coffee, in an unbearably chipper fashion, just like I used to do for you. What's the point of leaving my bed in the middle of the night if I can't get a little fun out of it, right?
I miss you, man.
Sam