John. B Routledge could bet all the money that he had - which was now none- that the sunset flowing across the horizon would be even prettier if the tension of the deck wasn't so thick, all thanks to the one and only JJ Maybank. ~ In which JJ feels sorry for spending the last of the gold. (Taking place somewhere in Season 4, Episode 1) ~ Platonic Fic/No OC/No X Reader