Js and Cigarettes //JJ MAYBANK//

2.4

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie

They say looks can kill and I might try

Vigilante Shit - Taylor Swift

We made our way through the Cut and towards Figure Eight.

"It doesn't even look like the storm hit there." Pope said, looking over at the Cameron's place.

"That's because they have generators, bro. Get used to it." JJ said, flipping a knife between his fingers and looking over at the Cameron house as well. "And then they say the juice will be out all summer at the cut."

"It's nice to be a Kook." Pope replied to him.

"Lucky bastards." I scoffed.

"Blake, you're a Kook." JJ laughed.

"Who're you going with, Blake?" Pope asked as we docked.

"I'll go with you, you've got more to carry than JJ does."

"Don't wanna sneak into some bushes and have a quickie on the way back." JJ pouted.

"JJ. No." I rolled my eyes. "Don't be gross."

"Ok, anyways, let's go. I'll carry the heavier things." Pope said to me.

"Gotcha." I replied, picking up some of the emptier bags with only a few things in them. "Let's go." I looked up at Pope.

"You need help getting off the boat?" JJ asked from the dock.

"Nope, I can do it just fine by myself, JJ." I told him. 

I was walking up the hill with Pope when I looked around the golf course and saw Topper and Rafe standing at one of the holes staring at us. 

"Douche canoe alert, 12 o'clock." I mumbled to Pope. 

"What's up man." Rafe asked, running down and stopping in front of us. "Hey, how much for one of those beers?" He stopped Pope from walking, putting his golf club against his chest. 

"They're not for sale." Pope said to him, trying to keep walking. 

"Oh, wait, wait, wait. You can just give us one, then, right?" Rafe asked him, looking between the two of us, shoving Pope back with his club again.

"Or you can order one, like everybody else." I said, stepping between Pope and Rafe. 

"Listen. Wait, wait, wait. You're not listening to me. Um...You've got so many, bro, and we've got nothing." Rafe turned and looked at Topper.

"Got nothin'" Topper agreed, shaking his head. 

"They're not mine." Pope said to them. "They're already paid for."

"Already paid for?" Rafe asked, looking back at Pope. He leaned down and started reaching for the bag Pope was carrying. 

"What the hell?" 

"You probably stole 'em, right?" Rafe questioned him. He shoved the end of the club in between the handles and yanked down, ripping the bag causing the contents to fall and shatter on the ground.