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❛ and its new, the shape of your
body, its blue the feelin' i got and
it's ooh, whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer.
and it's cool, that's what i tell 'em. no
rules in breakable heaven, but ooh,
whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer...
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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 / 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 ❛ god, stealing drones makes you hungry. ❜
THE POGUES PULLED UP outside the Wreck as Stella's stomach growled. She was beyond starving. It seemed stealing drones really works up an appetite. "God, stealing drones makes me hungry."
"What I would do to a beer and shrimp and grits right now." JJ groggily stepped out of the van.
"It would not be pretty."
Stella pushed JJ slightly, as she climbed out of the Twinkie. She was tempted to see him fall over, but he caught himself, and practically attacked Stella.
John B snapped his fingers, silently ordering JJ to take his hands off her. JJ groaned as he obeyed, meanwhile Stella threw her head back in laughter.
The Pogues walked into the Wreck, eying the customers as they munched on their food. It hadn't been busy, and Stella suspected it was because they were scheduled to close soon. That or the fact that there was a hurricane.
"Hey, dad," Kie waved as she walked in. "How'd we do?"
"Didn't turn over once."
Kie shrugged, pulling her father into a hug. "It's probably just bad luck because of the storm."
"Yeah," Mr. Carrera nodded, watching the Pogues enter. "I'll be sure to tell the banks that."
Stella pushed her hair behind her ear as she walked, waving to her boss. "Hey, Mr. C."
He waved, "Hi, Stella."
Stella joined her brother and friends in the far corner of the restaurant. Stella smacked John B and JJ's shoulder occasionally as the drooled over other's food. "So hungry," John B groaned.
"Chill, JB," Stella ordered. "This is why we can't take you anywhere."
John B rolled his eyes, flipping her the bird. JJ his his shoulder in return. "Dude, that's your sister."
Stella smiled at the blonde, thanking him. JJ nodded as Kie walked over to them. "Sit down." The Pogues cheered trqumpnactly as they impatiently tripped over themselves to pile onto stools. Stella laughed when JJ tripped slightly.
"JJ, think fast." John B told his friend as he tossed a fry JJ's way.
JJ opened his mouth as he tried to catch it. He missed, and it landed in his lap. "Oh, come on, man."
Stella laughed as Kie made her rounds, filling up the teens cups with water whilst she pushed JJ's feet off the table. Kie set it down before she swayed her way to the middle of the restaurant. She pointed at John B, motioning him to dance with her.
Stella smiled at the two dancing before her eyes fell on JJ. She stepped over to him, reaching his hand out to take. "Dance with me."
JJ gazed at her and her outstretched hand. "I don't dance, Routledge." He shook his head, mouth full of fries.
