Takes place after the season finale and plays with the thought that the Pogues ft. Sarah might actually get to live normal lives.
Tongue poking out in concentration, JJ added one last coat of nail polish to Kiara's toenails. He squinted at the sparkly color, trying to determine if there were any patches that needed filling in before she evaluated his efforts. Satisfied, he screwed the bottle shut and sat back on the floor. Kiara lifted her head, looking down at him from her position on John B's pull-out. He gestured extravagantly at her feet, sweeping into a graceless bow. "All done." Eyes narrowing, she sat up, closely inspecting what he'd done.
"Let's see," she muttered, looking up as he held his hands up to show that he hadn't wiped away any smudges, "No painting the skin, the coats are even… nice job." Careful not to mess up the nail polish he'd spent twenty minutes painting, Kiara pulled him in for a sweet kiss. She laughed when JJ immediately went to deepen the kiss, pushing him away playfully. "Not until my nails are dry," she remarked, grinning as he pouted at her, "Later though…" She pressed her lips to his chastely before dropping back down against the pillows, leaving him on the floor.
"What is that smell?"
JJ's eyes widened, looking from where Pope and John B were standing in the doorway to the bottle of nail polish in his hands. Before he could drop it, or throw it into Kiara's bag, John B spotted it. His expression was one of absolute glee, a shit-eating grin on his lips. Sighing, JJ hoisted himself to his feet as he braced himself.
"So… you painted her nails."
Looking away from the book she was holding above her, Kiara waved him off. "Just my toes."
If possible, her comment just made John B even more smug. Oh, how the mighty had fallen. He had waited for a moment, any moment, to get his retribution for the comment JJ had made back when he'd tried to get Kiara and Sarah to work together. His blond best friend was tricky to catch in a situation where it was possible though, even after he'd gotten together with Kiara. In that moment however, with a bottle of purple nail polish in hand, JJ was trapped. And John B was overjoyed. "Did he now," he said, crossing his arms, "I'm sorry, who's the pussy-whipped one of us again?" He could tell JJ was making a conscious effort not to throw the nail polish at him. An appreciated gesture, though it did nothing to stop him from pushing further. "Come on," he cajoled, eyes twinkling mischievously as he gave the blond his best condescending smile, "There's absolutely no shame in admitting it."
"It's still you, Routledge," JJ replied, dropping the bottle into Kiara's bag, "It'll always be you." While the urge to hit his friend was still there, it receded with every passing second as he realized that he still had the upper hand. After all, he wasn't the only one with a girlfriend. "Think about it man," he continued, sitting down so Kiara could rest her head on his thigh, "Kie's gonna go tell Sarah all about what she did today." His girlfriend grinned even as she calmly flipped the page in front of her, catching on to what he was doing. Returning her grin with one of his own, JJ looked back up at John B and a very amused Pope. "Now, imagine how Sarah will react when Kie tells her about this."
Glancing at her friend's pale face, Kiara couldn't help adding fuel to the fire. "She said a couple of days ago she's been wanting to do face masks," she commented idly, trying to remain nonchalant, "Something about papaya gelato gel masks and blackhead strips." She could hear JJ's barely restrained laughter in his stomach and it almost made her lose her own cool. Pope was doing nothing to stop himself from laughing.
"You could make a whole spa night of it," he chuckled, patting John B's shoulder placatingly, "I should probably let her know that peach is totally your color, you know, in case she wants to paint your nails or something." They all lost it at that, laughing loudly as John B sputtered protests. Because he would absolutely agree to it. All of it, so long as it was Sarah requesting it. He wouldn't have the heart to tell her no, while Kiara wouldn't even think of asking JJ to have a spa night with her. More for her own sake than his, too.
John B didn't like how quickly the tables had turned. He felt cornered, especially since Sarah was coming by later that same day. His friends showed him no mercy though, clearly not pitying him in the least.
Digging through the color options Kiara had brought, JJ held up a bright blue bottle and showed it to his girlfriend. "Do you think this would suit him," he asked, chortling when Kiara shook her head and dug out a bright, neon orange color, "Yeah, you're right, I think Sarah said something about neon being trendy right now." He turned to John B, smirking when he saw that his friend was so red he looked severely sunburned. Oh, how the mighty never fell. "Did I paint Kie's nails, sure," he said, shrugging, "But I ain't, and I won't ever be, the pussy-whipped one."
"Then why'd you do it," John B asked, trying his best to force his blushing cheeks to stop burning, "Why would you voluntarily paint her nails if you ain't whipped?"
Eyebrows raising disbelievingly, JJ stared at John B. "I treat her however I can," he replied, "She puts up and out with me, I paint her nails." He shrugged, leaning back on his forearms. The way John B was floundering for any kind of save was the highlight of his day and it wasn't even halfway over yet. "A generous trade, if you ask me," he added, "Considering the shit I get us into."
"You do massages too," Kiara reminded, poking him in the side, "I enjoy those."
JJ chuckled, gaze raking over her hotly. "Yeah, so do I."
Groaning, Pope shook his head in exasperation. "Goddamnit, guys, concentrate," he barked, "We still need to decide if JB's lotion should be mango or strawberry scented." JJ lost it again, falling back onto the pull-out completely as he was overtaken by laughter. The girl beside him was no better, rolling away from her boyfriend as she let out peals of giggles at their friend's expense.
"Yeah, haha, real funny," John B sulked, slumping into a chair, "Can we stop it now?"
"Stop what?"
Turning around so fast he slid off the edge of his seat, John B faced his own girlfriend. Sarah was looking between him and the laughing assholes he called friends weirdly, an eyebrow raised in question. He heard the deep intakes of breath behind him and he instantly knew that he had to get her out of there before any of the others spilled what they'd been ribbing him about. Up on his feet in seconds, John B grabbed Sarah's hand and started pulling her out of the house, all while silently cursing his friends for driving him out of his own home.
As the door slammed shut behind the couple, the other three finally managed to regain their composure. Mostly, anyway. Kiara was still giggling lightly as JJ pulled her up to lie next to him and Pope was clutching a dresser tightly to avoid sinking to the floor. Through the window, Pope could see John B gesturing wildly to a visibly confused Sarah. Rolling his eyes, particularly as the remaining couple started whispering to each other between kisses, Pope walked out. Set on heading home, he couldn't help being a little relieved that he was single.