Depths

Revenge

With the small, summer storm rolling in and no chance of searching for the Royal Merchant today, Harli decides to take on an extra shift at Heyward's to make some extra money. She's ringing up groceries for an order that came in from Figure Eight when Mr. Heyward asks her to help him take the bags out to the boys on the boat.

JJ and Pope were waiting expectantly on the boat with their hands out for the bags when Harli and Mr. Heyward brought them out from the store. The rain had stopped and the clouds had since rolled over while just the slight sound of thunder still rolled in the distance. There were a lot of orders going out today and Mr. Heyward was worried that the boys wouldn't be able to get all of them delivered in time on their own, so the decision was made that Harli would join them in their quest to Figure Eight. Harli hated delivering groceries, but it did make for good tips and that was extra money in her pocket so she agreed.

 Splitting up was the best option once docking outside of the Country Club. JJ went one way with a load of groceries while Harli and Pope went another. Pope carried a case of beer in one arm and a load of bags in another, while Harli carried bags in both of her hands as well. As they walked through the golf course, making their way to their destination they had no idea that a set of Kook eyes was locked on them with a look of distain. They were quickly stopped by two sandy-haired Kooks with menacing smiles plastered on their faces.

"Hey, what's up?" The eldest of the two Kooks questions, stopping the two Pogues from going any further. "Hey, how much for one of those beers?"

"They're not for sale." Pope states firmly, making a move to go around him, but the Kook holds his golf club out to stop him.

"Oh, wait, wait, wait. You can just give us one, then, right?"

"Or, you can order one like everybody else."

"Leave us alone, Rafe." Harli breathes out and he shoots her a scoff and stopping her from moving around him also.

"Listen. Wait, wait, wait. You're not listening to me. Um..." Rafe chuckles as the two Pogues roll their eyes and he glances back at his friend, Topper. "You've got so many, bro, and we've got nothing."

"Nothing." Topper chimes in with his agreement and a smug smile.

"They're not mine." Pope tries again to defer them from stopping their progress. "They're already paid for."

"Already paid for?" Rafe questions as he reaches his golf club out and rips open one of the bags in Pope's hands, eliciting a, What the hell?! to pour from his lips. "You probably stole 'em, right?"

"What the hell, Rafe? You owe us for that!" Harli yells at the Kook in front of them.

"Oh!?!" Rafe yells back, moving towards the girl and shoving her back, causing her to loose her balance and drop the bags in her hands, busting the breakables inside. "I don't owe you shit, Pogues!"

"Back off, Rafe!" Pope places himself in front of Harli, coming to her defense. "Buy your own shit!"

"Hey. Come on, man!" Topper interjects himself, trying to defuse the situation.

"We just want one of these beers!" Rafe keeps on.

"Just give us one of these..." Topper speaks out, letting peer pressure take him over again.

"You guys are freaking crazy!" Harli yells, pushing passed Pope again to get in Rafe's face.

"Give us a beer, man!" Rafe yells, pushing passed Harli and getting in Pope's face as he shoves him down to the ground roughly and Pope groans. "Shit, my bad man." Rafe snickers without any remorse in his voice.