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"I feel like I'm always missing the most fundamental parts of this gold hunt. First, im busy getting cheated on at Tannyhill meanwhile you guys find a tape that tells you about the gold, and now I miss the part where you put in the coordinates and pretty much find out where this fucking boat is. I feel like I'm not supposed to be here." Blythe pouts from the backseat of the twinky. Kiara and Pope sat wedged in between a very sweaty and uncomfortable Blythe. The pogues had come to pick her up after her little hissy fit at the beach clean up, and luckily had new information on the royal merchant (which lifted her spirits a bit). So now, the pogues + Blythe were driving to the warehouse to steal an underwater drone.
Blythe thought back to her pledge to be a better person, and wondered if maybe stealing a drone wasn't going to better herself.
Kiara laughed, she was sitting in the passenger seat beside John b, with her arms crossed. "Okay well, maybe stop doing kook shit for like an hour and you'll be more involved." Blythe laughed a bit, considering Kiara did exactly that. She basically ditched her kook life, transferred out of Kildare Academy and started going to the public school on the cut full time. It was something Blythe considered, but how was she going to approach her super stereotypical kook parents and ask them something like that. Her father would probably have a heart attack.
"I wish I could skip these kinds of things, but I'd be 6 feet under before that happens." Blythe slumps in the seat, somewhat sulking about her home life, meanwhile JJ is rolling a blunt (courtesy of Blythe St. James.) Blythe watched as he bit the inside of his cheek, extremely focused on the task at hand. She couldn't help but think his little mannerisms were cute. JJ's focus breaks looking up at Blythe, who was clearly staring. Embarrassed, she quickly turns her head to look out the window. Her cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire.
"Hey, at least you're here to help steal the drone." JJ says, smiling at the brunette sitting in front of him. Blythe smiles back, it was nice of him to try and help her feel like she was a part of the hunt for the royal merchant.
Pope suddenly clears his throat, snapping Blythe and JJ out of their somewhat staring contest. "Do we really have to steal the drone?"
"Were not stealing the drone, were... borrowing it." John b says, but Pope wasn't convinced. He was clearly stressed about the group's illegal mission. He was picking at his cuticles, Blythe noticed it right away because she does the same thing when she's stressed. Which she surprisingly wasn't at this moment. Maybe it was because her and Kiara were only the diversion, and technically weren't doing anything wrong.
