Depths

The Boneyard

The Country Club was full of kooks the next morning- women out enjoying their brunch and mimosas, men and their sons playing a round of golf on the course, and tourons on vacation visiting their rich families. Harli bustled around taking orders and delivering food to respected tables, thankful for the amount of tips she was getting today. Though she hated her job there she did love the pay, and she always was able to bag extra hours because they were always needing extra help.

Harli was good at her job. She was a hard worker and she knew how to work a room. She was friendly and personable, even to those that she didn't necessarily want to be that way with. It helped that she was a gorgeous girl, despite being completely insecure. She knew that she was pretty and could work that to her advantage at parties happening at the Boneyard or with the tourons looking for a summer hook-up. But here, in the middle of Kook central, surrounded by the rich people of the island, she often felt inferior.

Thank goodness for her hard work ethic and her people skills, because those are what saved her in this environment. Luckily those skill sets help her to make a lot of money in tips, especially with the women of the Country Club. They always enjoy coming in to see their friendly, smiling waitress when they order their bottomless mimosas.

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Meanwhile, back at the chateau, Kie and Pope arrive, waking the two boys out of their slumber. Desperate to find a solution to their most recent problem the four teenagers sit out on the screened-in porch and brainstorm ideas of how to get rid of the money that JJ stole from the motel room.

"Where's Harli?" JJ questions as he rubs his eyes, walking out onto the porch with the others.

"She had a shift this morning at the Country Club." John B answers.

"What's she doing working when we have a load of cash? She could afford to take the day off."

Suddenly Pope burst through the screen door after his intense amount of pacing occurring previously in the yard. "Okay. So, um... we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia."

"Actually, Pope's right for once." JJ voices, rising from his position on the sofa that he had just sat down on. "See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny."

"Guys, we can't keep that money." Kiara tells them.

"Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." JJ chastises her.

"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs." Kie ignores JJ's comment. "Otherwise, it's bad karma."

"Bad karma to implicated in a felony too." Pope sounds again. "We gotta go dark.

"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree."

"I don't agree." John B finally speaks up.

"What? Why?"

"Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady-White? Just sayin'."

Despite John B's best efforts to convince Pope, he just wasn't buying it. Frustrated, Pope gets up and walks off the porch heading down towards the dock to think. The other three give him some time before going to find him about half an hour later. JJ picks up a fishing pole and cast out the line as John B tries to convince Pope on his stance.

 "Alright, so think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?" John B questions the boy.

Pope inhales sharply before spitting out an answer. "Prostitution." Pope delivers as his eyes never leave the water where his fishing line was currently cast.