balcony confessions

summary: you find yourself on Jake Virtanen’s balcony with Quinn and a hammering heart.

warnings: mentions of alcohol/drinking, nothing heavy really 

word count: 1.1k

note from the writer: I woke up this morning and said that I wanted to write something, so enjoy this. this was also supposed to be a blurb (less than 1k) but this turned out longer so I guess by my standards its a fic ? don't know how this happened. it’s still very short

You should have known to expect trouble when you accepted Jake’s invite to what was supposed to be a small party at his place.

It wasn’t the fact that there were much more than a few people there, having grown used to Jake’s inability to keep a party small. It wasn’t even the fact that you had shown up sober to a group of hockey players already four drinks in.

No, you knew you were screwed the moment Brock interrupted your conversation to wave down none other than Quinn Hughes.