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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 - 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎
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"Who's that?" John B inquired as the group watched a man get taken away on an ambulance bed.
"It's Scooter Grubbs, he was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got, dead body" A girl chimed as she showed them all the photo, causing Sydney to instantly look away in disgust.
"Insensitive bitch" Sydney muttered, earning a nudge from JJ as he shook his head.
"What kind of boat did he have?" JJ inquired.
"Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady-White. Everyone's out looking for it" The girl scoffed.
The group all shared the same anxious look before diverting their eyes back to the man who was now dead, leaving the area as they headed back to the chateau.
"Okay. So, um... we didn't see anything, we don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia" Pope panted as he took a seat next to Kiara on the couch.
"Actually, Pope's right for once. See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny" JJ spoke as he stood up from his seat.
"Guys we can't keep that money" Kiara stated.
"I agree, bad karma" Sydney shrugged.
"Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans" He sighed, gesturing towards Sydney and Kiara.
"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs, otherwise it's bad karma" Kiara informed.
"Exactly what I said" Sydney chimed in.
"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony too" Pope pointed out.
"What's with all the big words, Pope?" Sydney scoffed.
"Implicated? It's not that big" Pope chuckled.
"Just like your junk then" Sydney giggled.
"Sydney!" John B gasped. "How have you seen his junk?".
"I've seen all of yours, not a big deal" She rolled her eyes.
"My- it's not small!" Pope defended.
"And that's exactly what someone would say if it was small" Sydney shrugged.
"Well you know what, your ass is-" He began, getting cut off as Sydney pointed a finger at him.
"Don't even go there, my ass is bigger than your whole merit scholarship future" She scowled.
"Can we get back to the topic, please?" John B groaned.
"We gotta go dark" Pope informed as he went back to the original conversation.
