𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘚𝘐𝘚 ❁ 𝘑𝘑 𝘔𝘈𝘠𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘒 & 𝘒𝘐𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘌𝘙𝘈

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❝ and he shall be my squishy ❞
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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

I lay upside down on the patio sofa with my head hanging off, my hair falling to the floorboards and my feet in the air. Kiara shakes her head at me with a smile while JJ flips his lighter on and off and John B leans against the railing in silence.

"Okay. So, um...we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia" Pope declares, sitting down on the other side of me and pulling down my crop top which had ridden up.

"Actually, Pope's right for once" JJ speaks up as I shoot the Heyward boy a grateful smile.

"See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny" He adds, using a mantra he taught me when we met, a mantra I now live by.

"Guys, we can't keep that money" Kiara states.

"Okay. Not all of us can afford data plans, Kiara" JJ snaps at her.

"That's not fair and you know it" I snap at the boy who's eyes flash with guilt before he looks away.

"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it's bad karma" Kie declares.

"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony too" Pope retorts.

"Don't you just love karma?" I hum sarcastically with a smile.

"Jar" Kiara, JJ and Pope all say in unison and I groan.

I pull a dollar out my back pocket and throw it onto the coffee table.

"We gotta go dark" Pope announces.

"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree" JJ says.

"I don't agree" John B finally speaks.

"What? Why?" JJ asks him in disbelief.

"Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas! We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady White? Just sayin!" John B rants.

We shift outside to the dock as John B continues the conversation and I hop up onto the railing, sitting down in between where Kiara is sitting and JJ is fishing.

"All right, so think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady White?" John B asks Pope.

"Prostitution" Pope answers and I point at him with a look that says 'hey, you've got a point'.

"Square groupers, bro" John B corrects him.

"Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?" He explains.

"They were straight smugglin" JJ answers.

"Smugglin. And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck" John B states.