𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙀 || jj maybank

three.

『 cash and guns ! 』

* ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

THE POGUES SLOWLY FOUND THEIR WAY TO THE MOTEL, THE KEY SHINING IN THE SUN. They slowed down fully when it was right in front of them, rounding the boat to find a place to leave it while they went inside. "I thought the Chateau looked bad." JJ commented, taking in the damage at the motel.

Each teen gives their own opinion of the motel, the atmosphere giving Liv the shivers. "Doesn't look like a place someone with a Grady White would stay." John B says from behind the wheel.

"Don't judge a book by its cover." Liv mumbles, staring at the fallen trees and mattresses littering the area.

"It looks like a place someone with a Grady White would get killed." Pope adds, shaking his head.

"All right, here we go. This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin' in for landing." JJ goes to the front of the boat, getting ready to jump off and dock it. John B confirms they're steady after JJ ties the boat to the ground. The blond offers a hand for Liv, a smirk present on his lips.

Before they can go up to the motel, Pope stops them. "Hey. Don't let them do anything stupid." He speaks to John B, but points to the pair already on land.

"Oh, we will. Right, Livvy?" JJ tilts his head, staring right back at Pope.

Liv smiles, squinting her eyes from the sun. "You can count on us." She gives them a two-finger salute, ignoring John B's response, as she starts to walk backwards. Liv goes to grab JJ's hand but stops when she hears Kiara telling John B to be careful, and then Liv watches John B flush red.

The redhead and blond share a look, both borderline disgusted by their friends' actions. John B turns around and pats JJ on the shoulder, alerting him to follow. The trio heads towards the motel, leaving Kiara and Pope to be lookout back on the boat. Liv trails a bit behind as they make their way up to the second floor.

"Just be so careful, John B." JJ caresses his friend's face and shoulders as he mocks the scene from minutes prior. John B shoves him off, trying to ignore his teasing. "Dude, what the heck was that about?"

"I don't know. Maybe she wants us to be careful." The brunet boy responds, moving his hands exasperatedly. He's now a bit ahead of JJ, leaving room for Liv to come up next to the blond.

"Maybe she wants you to be careful, but Blondie and I were left in the dust."

JJ snaps his fingers, pointing at the redhead next to him. "Since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been like," JJ puts his hands on John B's shoulders again, "Oh! Be so careful, John B." The brunet pushes him off, still walking ahead. "Oh, just give me that John D already. Like, when are you gonna swoop on that, man?"

Liv smacked his shoulder, scowling at her friend. "Ew, JJ! Don't speak about her like that."

John B rolled his eyes. "Bro, you know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking." JJ looks over to Liv with that damn smirk and wiggled his brows, earning another smack on the arm. "Besides, you're the one always hitting on her. And Liv for that matter."