JJ, Flopping On Top Of Pope

*the pogues playing a game*

Sarah, picks up an card: JJ, name something you might hurt yourself riding on

JJ, biting his lip: oh lawd, you know what I’m thinking?

*JJ’s mind*: pope. Pope. Pope.

Sarah, grimacing: I have an idea

JJ: it’s pope

Pope *chokes on his beer*

Sarah: I fucking figured.

John b and Kiara *watches in horror*

Pope: You look mentally ill.

JJ: I am. Let's go.

Pope: JJ-

*reunion after the motorcycle incident *

JJ: Pope?

JJ: Pope!

JJ: *running in slow motion*

Pope: JJ?

Pope: JJ!

Pope: *runs to him in slow motion*

JJ: Pope!

Pope: JJ!

JJ: Pope! That was the narliest power slide I’ve ever done-

Pope: *grows angry* JJ!

JJ: *grows concerned* Pope..?

Pope: *goes into full sprint, angry* JJ!!!

JJ: *turns to run away* OH FUCK

Cooper *drops his basket*: oh fuck.

*Pope gawks*

*JJ trying to hold back his laughter*

Pope, later that day: okay, honey. We need to talk about something. It’s about the word you said this morning.

Cooper: what word?

Pope, holding his hands: you know, the one starting with F.

Cooper: flower?

Pope: no

Cooper: fruits?

Pope: no.

JJ: if he doesn’t remember it, maybe we shouldn’t remind him

Pope, glaring at JJ: he said it three times.

Cooper: oh! You mean fuck!

*JJ, falls back against the couch unable to stop laughing*

Pope: JJ, leave the room!

JJ: I don't always make great decisions under pressure..

Pope: what the hell is that?

JJ, *holding an alpaca by a leash*: Its an alpaca! I got the last one

Cop: You ran a red light.

JJ: So did you, hypocrite.

Cop: I was following you.

JJ: That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver.

Cop: Get out.

JJ: *sitting on John B’s bed. Hasn't eaten all day*

JJ: *looks up suddenly* Why do I hear boss music?

Pope: *kicks down the door* JJ LAWRENCE MAYBANK

JJ: OH FUCK-

JJ: You're right.

Pope: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

JJ: 🖕🖕

Pope, walking across their lawn: I’ve seen hogs, I’ve seen goats, I’ve even seen a three-legged-

*Pope, falls into the mini inflatable pool in the middle of the lawn.*

JJ, holding their baby, trying not to laugh but failing: Oh! Oh my god-

Pope, looking up and glaring.

JJ, covering his face: I’m sorry-

Pope: really, JJ? I could have just died.

*Pope, stands and falls out of the pool.*

JJ, wheezing.