𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 - 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

𝐒𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬|𝟎𝟒

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𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐉 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞-𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.𖧷

OUTFIT: 
✩A dark Prussian blue cropped sleeveless tank top
✩ white denim shorts with a blue bikini underneath
✩ cowrie shell necklace and handmade string bracelets
✩forest green single sea glass bead cord surfer necklace
✩ white converse and gold "wave" anklet
✩hair in a slightly messy half up half down, with a single hair wrap braid string design of dark blue, coral and white.

(example of outfit and hair at end of chapter)

We sit in John bs bedroom literally not doing anything. John b sits on the window seal, Kiara on a stool, JJ on a clothes chest, pope on the bed, and me on the bed frame. We are pretty cramped up.

JJ puts the wad of money in popes face, "For the record," Pope takes the money. "-if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it.. It probably belongs to someone else." Pope explains.

"Minor details." Kie butts in. "They could come looking for it." Pope waves around the money. "Taking it would be catastrophically stupid." Pope adds.

"I agree, us taking and snooping around someone's what? Uhm- supply? That definitely sounds stupid." I agree with pope. He points the money to me in thanks.

"Eh- right. Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time." JJ says taking the money and spreading it between his fingertips, showing the golden printed '𝟏𝟎𝟎' on each side. "All we need to do right now, is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then, we just lay low.. Just act normal." JJ shrugs as he lines up the money.

"Right, and how exactly do we do that?" Pope sighs.

Me and Kie Share a look, knowing what we can do.
"Kegger?" We say in unison.

꧁꧂

(At boneyard)

Me, kie, and pope carry BAGS of plastic solo cups. While John B and JJ carry the kegger. We set it down and unravel the plastic on the cups. I take one as JJ sprays the beer into his mouth, then moving the waterfall of beer into John bs face. He looks at my cup and pours some beer. We laugh as John b rubs his now stinging eyes.