BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
and they drag them from place to place, f...
You can't understand the Outer Banks without understanding the Boneyard. Hear his voice?
It's kinda like a three-layered burrito. There's the south side and our friends, the working-class derelicts.
Then, there are the Kooks, the rich second-homers. They're mostly from poncey-ass boarding schools, just rich trustafarian posers── our natural enemies.
And then, there are the Tourons. Totally clueless. Here for a week on vacation with their families. Chum for the sharks.
Hi, I'm back. Let's move on.
So we're at the Boneyard because we decided to distract ourselves. We're trying to be in complete incognito── basically act invisible by hosting a keg party. Anyway, JJ stole money and the gun back in the motel, and we discovered that Scooter Grubbs was the one with the Grady-White after his body washed up. How he afforded that, well, we don't know, but until we can figure it out, we're deciding to end our day with a keg.
Pope and Kiara were far from happy to learn that JJ stole money and a gun from the motel when the police removed things from that room like it was a freaking crime scene. It was weird, for sure, but we're ignoring that right now.
We're being incognito as Pope keeps saying.
Right now, I'm about to kickstart this keg party by doing a little game that JJ and I always do whenever there's alcohol involved. "You ready?"
"Oh, it's on, Sunshine."
He bested me last time, but I won't let him this time. No, I'm going to win, I can promise you that.
We fill our red solo cups with beer from the keg, and step towards each other. We stare at one another, trying to keep an intimidating stance as we wrap our arms together, the cups against our lips.
