A/N: Short and sweet!

"Oh wow, you really went for gold on the booze, didn't you?" Sandy sighed as JJ flopped drunkenly onto her bed. She had just come in from her first night out clubbing, and much to Sandy's thanks, Will had stayed sober enough to drive them both home… because there was no way in hell JJ would have been able to.

"Where's Will? I miss him," JJ said distractedly.

"He literally just dropped you home Jayje, he walked you to the door. Or should I say he carried you seeing as you can hardly stand up straight"

"I want him to come back. I wanna have sex with him"

Sandy closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose as she took a deep breath. "JJ, I really don't need to know"

"He's so good at it-"

"JJ-"

"But I mostly wanna make him feel good, you know?"

"JJ, I'm very glad you and Will have a healthy sex life, I am, but I don't need to know about it, right now I need you to get out of those clothes and get in the shower," Sandy said firmly. "You reek like a nightclub"

JJ slowly pulled herself up to her feet, staggering slightly as she stood up. "Have you ever tried butt stuff?"

"Oh my god, JJ, shut up," Sandy groaned, grabbing her daughter's shoulders and steering her towards the bathroom. "I'm not having this conversation with you"

JJ giggled as they entered the bathroom. "Guess how many times we've had sex in this shower?"

"I don't. Want. To. Know," Sandy said firmly as she made JJ sit on the lid of the toilet before turning to turn on the shower.

"I just… I love him so much Mom. And I love making him feel good. Especially when I give him a handjob-"

"JJ! Oh my god!" Sandy exclaimed, whipping around with an incredulous look on her face. "How many times am I going to have to ask you to shut up? Alcohol clearly takes any shred of a filter you have!"

JJ let out a heavy sigh, just as a heavy set of footsteps began coming up the stairs towards the bathroom. Then she looked up at her mom, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Did you know he bought me a vibrator for my birthday last year? And then he used it on me and I had the most amazing o-"

She was cut off by Sandy hastily covering her mouth as Michael poked his head into the room to see what was going on.

"I thought I heard voices… why are you covering her mouth?"

"Your sweet daughter appears to have absolutely no filter when there's alcohol involved. So I'm going to ask you to walk out that door and go well out of earshot, because I can absolutely guarantee you will never look at her the same if you hear what she's been rambling on about for the last five minutes," Sandy said, biting back a grin.

"You sure you can handle her?"

"Michael, she's four foot eleven and ninety pounds soaking wet, I can handle it, just go"

"God I feel like shit," JJ groaned as she dragged herself into the kitchen the following morning. She dropped into a chair beside her dad, pressing a hand to her head and squeezing her eyes shut. "Do hangovers always feel like this?"

"No," Sandy said with a grin. "They tend to get worse as you get older"

"Great," JJ replied dryly, wincing as Michael laughed beside her. "My head is pounding"

Smirking, Sandy came over and placed a mug of coffee in front of JJ. "By the state you were in last night, I'm completely unsurprised"

"What did I do?"

"Well, I'll spare your dad the details, but you gave me more details than I ever needed to know about you and Will's sex life. Mostly the things you like to do-"

"No, stop!" Michael cried, making Sandy laugh as JJ let out a loud groan. When Michael glanced to his right and took in the defeated expression on his daughter's face, however, he too had to laugh.

"I'm so sorry," JJ groaned, dropping her head down onto the table. "I'm never drinking again"

"You're only twenty-one," Michael laughed, patting JJ on the shoulder. "Don't write it off just yet"