𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗪𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗦
𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚
in which john booker routledge gets his secret girlfriend pregnant and starts looking for the gold
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"welcome to crackhead wasteland," sarah said, obviously disgusted as the twinkie pulled into barry's trailer park.
"i don't know about this man," pope rubbed his head.
jj pulled to a stop. john b rubbed his own face, clearly annoyed.
"dude, why're we at barry's?" the teen dad asked.
"this'll only take a second," jj hopped out of the twinkie.
"where're you going?" john b groaned.
"yo soy justicia," jj hollered back in spanish.
"did you glean anything from that?" pope asked honestly.
"you know somebody should probably. . ." kie suggested.
"yeah, i got it," john b got out of the twinkie.
jj walked out to see all the pogues standing around outside. sarah and briar stood close together, they'd never been out here before.
"all right, so we're looking at five grand each for reparations for putting us through that bullshit. sorry about that, y'all," jj hummed.
"so that's what we're doing now?" kie asked. "we're robbing drug dealers?"
"this barry guy's gonna find out," sarah insisted. "and he's gonna come after us."
"yes, he will," pope agreed. "this is not the time to start wilding out."
"how'd you guys like having a gun pulled on you?" jj snapped. "how'd you like having a gun pointed at your baby?" he pointed right between briar's eyes and the blonde stumbled back against john b.
"watch it," john b stepped up. "relax."
"he had it right here on you, bro," he pointed between john b's eyes.
"look," john b slapped jj's hand away. "we've gotta go get the gold, okay? just give me that shit. we're putting it back." he grabbed the bag from jj's hands.
the blonde was quick to slam john b against the side of the twinkie.
"do you feel like a tough guy, huh?" john b breathed on jj. "what are you gonna do when he comes for us?"
"we punch him in the throat," jj spit.
"yeah," john b scoffed. "good fucking idea, jj."
"i'm not putting it back," the blonde shrugged. he hopped into the back of the twinkie. the group looked on, all the girls clearly uncomfortable.
"you guys getting in or what?" jj hollered. "what?" he climbed out and started at the remaining pogues.
