'We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs, otherwise its-' Kiara gets cut off by Olivia.
'Bad karma' Olivia continues Kie's sentence.
'Bad karma to be implicated in a felony too' Pope says sitting in the couch next to Kiara at the Château, 'we gotta go dark' the Heyward guy suggests his friends.
JJ paces around and walks over to John B standing at the doorway 'If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree.'
'JJ' Olivia calls him, he looks over at her and she shakes her head as a 'no' , 'the rest wouldn't find it okay' Olivia continues. John B pats JJ's shoulder 'I dont agree' John B says.
'Told ya' Liv shrugs her shoulders and drops her hands on her lap.
'What? Why?' JJ switches to face his friends.
John B walks away from the blonde guy 'Just think about it, it is Scooter Grubbs were talkin' about' he continues.
'Same dude thats buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole' JB explains. The rest keeps listening while John B deeply explains, Olivia sighs. 'Shit one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot cause he needed gas'
'Were talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket' Olivia scrunches her nose at John B's explaining about Scooter, she hated judging people when she doesn't know them. Well except the kookiest persons alive, then she didn't mind cause they judge her.
'and all of a sudden hes got a Grady White?! Just saying' the brown haired guy stated.
Livia sighs again 'John B let all the smart work over for Pope please' Pope looks at a dead pan face at her and she smiles politely back.
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'But guys for real... John B did a pretty good explaining except what are we searching for?!' Olivia made clear they didnt know everything.
'Thank you Liv!' John B thanked Olivia's support.
JJ was fishing so his concentration was on fishing, Kiara was thinking and furrows her eyebrows. 'Pope what ya think?' Kie asks, John B raises his hands 'Alright , so think about it Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady White?!' John B questions.
Pope thinks 'prostitution'
Liv chuckles while taking a sip of the beer thats in her hands. 'Square groupers bro' JB continues 'okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance' he says while tapping his finger like he is listing things.
'They dont do that stuff during a hurricane'
The rest listen at John's explaining, 'what does that mean? JJ?' The brown haired guy points at his friend who's fishing, 'they were straight smuggling' JJ responds.
'Smuggling?' the black haired girl furrows her eyebrow. 'Smuggling' John agrees 'and I guarantee theres a serious amount of contraband in that wreck'
JJ steps away cause he caught a fish 'Fish on!' the Moore girl chuckles at JJ.
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'For the record if that is a smugglin ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it, it probaly belongs to someone else' Pope states.
'Minor details' the Carrera girl snaps.
'They could come lookin for it. Taking it would be catastrophically stupid' the black haired guy explains while having the stolen money in his hands. The Maybank boy leans over who sits at the opposite side of Pope 'Right, well stupid things have good outcomes all the time' JJ snatches the money from his friend and sits back in his seat showing the money like he is playing Uno.
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FanfictionA girl named Olivia Moore and her friends explore summer break and enjoy eachothers company. Olivia her father left when she was 10, cause he was an alcoholic it was better that he left his wife and daughter. Olivia basically grew up with her mother...
