Macking With a POGUE / JJ Maybank X Reader

Chapter Two

"Kegger?"

What's a kegger? Is it a party where people come together and share a few drinks from a keg? To some, it might be. But to the bored teenagers of the Outer Banks? It's the highlight of the summer.

Parties here were always strange to you. So divided. You have your clique of Kooks on one side, the Pogues on the other, and then Tourons mix around wherever.

You'll have the average couple making out on some tree, and then you have the dudes who are trying to get to the makeout stage with a girl but are failing miserably. Pope fits in that group. Poor guy, "Have you ever thought about.." He begins talking about 'what happens to a body one week after death'. If the girl he was talking to wasn't interested in him before this topic of discussion, she certainly wasn't now. He spots her disinterest almost immediately and frowns.

You have that one group chitchatting about anything and everything, and they're always by a fire. That's Kiara. You overhear her hippie ideologies. She's got those tourons hooked, "Honestly, why isn't anyone talking about the glaciers melting?" She asked with certainty. She was discussing climate change. A few nods are shared amongst them.

John B is serving beer. He hands a Pogue a drink with a smile on his face. They exchanged laughs and the Pogue walked off. Nothing was shared with the tourists. A 'thanks' is said and then he gives a nod in return. And when a Kook is next in line, short-shorts, expensive polos, Raybands, and the same swooped-over haircut as his friend behind him, John B's face changes. Always irritated when faced with one. Likewise for the Kook. John B fills the solo cup and hands it out. As the guy reaches for his beer, John B pulls the cup up, down, side to side, and after some frustration, finally he lets the Kook have it. Never failed to make you laugh.

Then JJ, in the nicest way possible, is always the center of attention, and shotgunning a Coors Light. He was on top of a huge boulder, towering over those below him, mostly Kooks, "Chug, chug, chug!" yelled the crowd. You joined the crowd and began cheering for your best friend. It was certainly a sight.

He made a bet with a rich kid. They shotgun beers and whoever wins gets fifty bucks. Why JJ would ever make a bet with not a single dollar in his pocket? He slams the can down, because, "I'm the best goddamn Pogue on this island." He slurred, pointing at the loser below him who had beer all over his polo, "How's it feel to lose to one, rich boy?" JJ jumped down from the rock, nearly eating shit in the process. You laugh. He wipes his mouth dry.

"I wasn't even ready!" whined the Kook.

JJ snatched the fifty dollar bill from the disappointed, angry Kook, "And that's what you said last time." He patted his shoulder and whispered, "Good game." destroying whatever ego that guy had left. He storms off with one less fifty-dollar bill in his wallet.

JJ sees you in the small crowd, excited, he approaches and talks with a grin, "How bout you, Moochaha..?" His tone softens. Knowing you wouldn't turn down his challenge, he grabbed two more beers from the red cooler and half-skipped back to you, placing a cold can into your hand. His hand brushed yours. Your cheeks flushed. You blamed it on the three beers you had prior. And whatever was in that Kook's punch. Man, you were a fish.

The two of you shared a few interests, surfing, fish tacos, and Jerry Springer, but another one of those things you two bonded over was alcohol. If the Pogues couldn't find the two of you, they'd just assume you were somewhere else, stealing your mom's beer from the refrigerator, fantasizing about your shared dreams of living wealthy somewhere in South America.

You could never turn down a shotgun challenge, especially from a friend. JJ appreciated that.

"Who me?" Grazing your chest, you returned a swooned smile, accepting the offer. He couldn't be more proud, "I do this and that fifty is mine, you hear me, Maybank?" He took the challenge.