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 Her Pogue mouth didn't do quite what Kelce had wished.

Upon arriving at the house, Paris had found Cory, and with a smiling Kelce, they announced their engagement. To which Cory had to pretend she didn't already know, and smile and congratulate her sister.

Moments later, Paris was swept away into another conversation with the Kook moms.

Cory had snuck into Kelce's kitchen, managing to grab herself a cider of some sort, before slipping into an abandoned room. It seemed to be yet another living room, which Cory had to scoff. Kooks.

She sat on the floor, cider in hand, and attempted to ride out the party.

Eventually, she stood, an empty cup in hand, and returned to the kitchen, trying to fill it up again. She wasn't sure how long she had to stay for.

As she was filling her cup up, a voice spoke from behind her.

"What are you doing, Delia?" The voice sent shivers down Cory's spine. She slowly turned around, placing her cup on the counter.

"Hey Dad," she said, her voice meek.

He pointed at the cup behind her.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked again.

"I-I was," Cory stuttered. If the Pogues ever saw her like she, she was sure what she'd do. "I was filling it up for Paris."

Her dad raised an eyebrow. "I'll pretend to believe that." He stepped closer, his body towering over her. "And what are you wearing?"

Cory looked down. She was still wearing just her bathing suit, with Pope's shirt overtop.

"I was out with my friends-"

"Whose shirt is that?" Her dad asked.

"I-Its... its Popes," Cory said. Now she was rambling. "You know Pope. The smart one. Hes going for a scholarship right now. It was cold and he lent it to me because he's just a really nice guy and I don-"

Her dad's hand shot out, grabbing the collar of the shirt. Cory heard the sound of the stitches beginning to pop.

"You spoke to Paris?" He asked. Cory nodded. "And Kelce?" Another nod. "And you made sure people knew you were happy?" One final nod. Her dad smiled lightly, though it was full of malice. He lowered his voice. "Go home. Change out of that stupid Pogue's shirt, and wait for me."

He let go, backing away from her. He left the room without another look.

Cory's lip trembled and she breathed heavily for a moment before turning to the side door and sprinting out of the house.

She sprinted and sprinted all the way to the Chateau.

When she got there, the Pogues were all waiting on the porch.

"Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time," JJ was saying, holding up the wad of cash he had found earlier.

Cory froze, glancing down at herself. The collar of Pope's shirt was ripped. She was sure her face was red from crying, and her eyes puffy as well. She couldn't let them see her like this.

"All we need to do right now is just figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then we just lay low. Act normal."

"Right. And how exactly do we do that?" Pope asked.

"Kegger?" Kie offered.

Cory looked back up at the house. These were her best friends. And besides, maybe what she needed was a kegger.

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