Lost at Sea ⋆ JJ Maybank

𝖎𝖛. We Can Be Pirates

Kathryn wakes up with a sore neck and a numb leg. She ended up falling asleep at the foot of John B's bed – like everyone else, really. Guess old habits die hard. She stands up begrudgingly and, as no one is there, she can't help but sigh.

They didn't get caught, she thinks. Otherwise, Henry would have woken her up, surely. And that's good, because she didn't feel like listening to yet another 'the Pogues were good for you when your dad died, maybe you should bring the band back together.' Thanks, but no thanks. No one gets to know her like that anymore.

She takes a quick shower, gets dressed, puts on her jean shorts and a blue blouse, tying it at her waist. She's wearing a white bikini underneath – it's her favourite, lately. She doesn't bother to put make-up on considering where they're going today, but quickly braids her hair in two.

Once she's done, she runs down the stairs. When she nears the ground floor, she smells pancakes, and her stomach growls. She didn't exactly eat, last night, with everything. And Max's pancakes are, to put it lightly, heavenly. She enters the room.

"Hey Max–" She stops dead in her tracks, staring. "Uh, hey John B?"

John B, sitting on one of their stools, turns around, mouth full with pancakes. "Mhey Kat." He almost spits out everything.

She makes a face at him and the crumbs on the counter, before slowly making her way and sitting down next to him. He has a black eye, courtesy of Topper.

"I like your new look."

He points at his eye. "What, this? You should see the other guy."

"I've seen the other guy. The other guy has literally not a single bruise."

He huffs. "Yeah you're not looking so well yourself. 'Hit me', how did that go for you?" he asks, gesturing to her jaw.

It's slightly bruised, nothing major. Topper went easy on her, something he'll probably tell Sarah.

She plasters on a sickly sweet smile. "I think it compliments my skin, you don't think so?"

"No, no, I like it."