DISCONTINUED / NO LONGER WRITING
❛ 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 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾 ❛ that's what she said. ❜
THE POGUES pull up outside a local pawn shop, ready to pawn of the gold Kiara had just recently melted. "Hell of a job melting it down, Dr. Frankenstein."
"Like you could've done better."
"I could have. I took a welding class."
Kie pops up. "When?"
John B places a hand on JJ's shoulder. "Whoa, whoa. Hey. Sh! Chill out, okay?"
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to pawn this piece of shit off." He holds up the gold which is wrapped in a blue cloth.
"Yeah, how'd we get stuck with this shitty job?" asks Stella.
Pope shrugs. "You guys are the best liars."
Stella rolls her eyes and JJ wraps his arm around her waist. "Bullshit."
JJ pulls open the door, allowing him and Stella in as the other follow behind. "Afternoon, ma'am. I see you buy gold."
"That's what the sign say, don't it?"
JJ takes off his backpack. "Well, I sure hope you buy a lot of it, because I'm about to blow your mind."
"I ain't got much mind left to blow, so have at it."
He places the gold down on the counter. "How about them gold apples."
She chuckled, eyeing the two and shaking her head. "That ain't real."
He cocks a brow. "That ain't real?"
"It can't be."
"Feel how heavy it is."
The pawnbroker struggles to pick up the heavy amount of gold. "Mmph."
"Let's get some light on that."
She grabs the magnifying glass, casting a bright light over it. "Spray-painted tungsten."
"Spray-painted tungeten? Really? Okay. Why don't you see how, uh, soft it is?"
"You mind?" she asks holding up a pin and a small hammer.
"No. Go for it." She knocked the gold with the pin and presses her finger to it. Not a single indent. "Wow. Would you look at that?"
"Hold your horses. We ain't got to the acid test, yet."
JJ looks down at Stella. "Ooh. The acid test. My favorite, babe."
Stella's eyes widen at the pet name and she looks over JJ's shoulder to see John B mad-dogging them. She shrugs it off.
The pawnbroker pours a drop of acid on the gold to see no reaction. "Well, it ain't plated, and it ain't painted."
"Ma'am, I'm tellin' you, this is as real as the day is long."
