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Ever since Bondi could remember, whenever a nasty hurricane would strike, her and her crew would always live it up. Whether it was getting shitfaced, becoming a stoner for the day, or straight up causing mischief. They all pitched in someway.
So as one could tell, when the news hit that hurricane Agatha was targeting the Outer Banks, Bondi was pumped. With John B and Pope currently surfing the dangerous, stormy waves, Bondi and JJ decided to take a distinct approach. Though disappointed Kiara couldn't attend because of her strict father, the two still made due. Hanging at the Chateau or better known as John B's home, the devilry duo had decided the first option for tonight's hurricane thrill. Getting completely shitfaced with an immense amount of alcohol.
"Hey JJ? I've got a really important question to ask," Bondi slurred as she swished her beer can around, not a single care in the world. Hearing her voice, JJ stumbled over empty containers littering the floor, trying to get a good view of the short blonde girl.
"What is this important question?" he requested, not fully aware of his surroundings.
Bondi hiccuped then giggled before asking her so called crucial question, "why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle? I mean isn't it supposed to stick to everything"
JJ laughed hysterically, "Ha! Well that's easy. Its because, wait I actually have no idea. You got a good point."
She wiggled her finger in his direction nodding in approval. But still carried on, "well that's not all. I have been thinking recently, if a cyclops were to close its eye. Is it winking or blinking?"
JJ's eyes widen in amazement, "man you really are smart Bondi," he blubbered while shaking his head until his hat flew off.
"Oh! I got it," Bondi exclaimed all while tripping over her own feet to retrieve the boys hat. "Aw, thanks, you really are the best-est," JJ slurs maintaining a dopey grin.
Finally reaching the hat after falling down multiple times, Bondi smiled. Placing the hat back on JJ's head. She tapped the hat making sure it stayed, "good as new," she muttered.
JJ's grin widened while his face became flushed at how close the girl was to him. With his brain clouded by the alcohol, he gained a confidence boost and went to make a move.
However, as he tried to peck the girls full lips, Bondi fell face first onto the floor. Passed out. JJ rushed to her aide but soon realized she was sleeping after hearing her snores.
Carefully lifting her to the pull out couch, he draped a blanket over her figure, "goodnight Bondi," JJ whispered and before he knew it he was asleep right next to her side. Thankful his irrational act didn't follow through.
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As the rooster announced morning Bondi groaned, rolling on top of a body. To tired to ask who the person was, she quickly moved closer to the warm figure, resting her tired eyes. But all relaxation came to an end when John B ran around the corner smacking the two, "whoa, guess you guys didn't listen to the no pouge on pouge macking rule. You guys been outside?"
