drowning

kegger

The next day Kiara and Ridge drive towards the Chateau, everyone wanted to discuss what to do about the wreck. Kiara and Ridge approach the Chateau. 

Considering the fact the Pogues found Scooter Grubbs Grady-White. Fun fact: Scooter Grubbs... He's a dead man. As of  that day some guy found him while crabbing. I couldn't believe anything, I was an accomplice to breaking in and entering a dead mans motel room. JJ even stole a gun and a wad of cash. 

"Okay." Ridge says, approaching the porch door.

"So, um... we didn't see anything." Pope says, from inside the porch.

"We don't know anything." Pope adds, as Ridge and Kie step into the porch.

"We need to have total and complete amnesia." Pope says, to the group of teens sitting on the porch.

"Actually, he is right for once." JJ says, pointing at Pope.

"Deny, deny, deny." JJ says, standing up and walking to the other side of the porch.

"Guys, we cant keep that money." Kiara says to JJ.

"Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." JJ says, sarcastically.

"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs." Kiara says.

"Other wise its bad karma." Ridge says, shrugging, backing up Kie.

"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too." Pope says, "We gotta go dark."

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

"I dont agree." John B says, pushing JJs shoulder lightly."This is Scooter Grubbs we are talking about guys."

"Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole." John B says, "Shit, one time we saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas." Ridge nods in agreement.

"We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of the sudden, he's got a Grady-White?" Ridge questions. The teens nod in agreement as Pope picks up a fishing rod and walks out of the porch, they all continue to follow him to the dock in the back yard.

"All right, so think about it, Pope." John B says, him and Ridge still trying to convince Pope and JJ that its not a good idea

"How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?" Ridge questions.

"Prostitution." Pope says, sarcastically.

"Square groupers bro." John B says, "Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance."

"They don't do that stuff during a hurricane." Ridge says.

"What does that mean? JJ?" John B says questioning JJ who was also fishing off the dock.

"They were straight smugglin'." JJ says.

"Smugglin'" John B says, shrugging.

"I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck." John B says, Ridge nods in agreement.

"Hell, yeah." JJ says, pulling a fish up. "Fish on."

~*~

JJ hands Pope the wad of cash, the teens were all gathered in John B's bedroom. Kiara and John B had just got done playing they're instruments.