Pope: Hey, JJ.

Pope, a mix of drunk and stoned: if karma won’t fuck you, I will

JJ, equally as drunk and stoned: is that a pick up line or a threat?

Pope: both.

The rest of the pogues watching:

Kiara: they’re fucking hopeless

*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*

JJ: Relationships should be 50/50. Pope cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter and look pretty.

JJ: I'm a wanted man, Kiara!

Kiara: You weren't even a wanted child

JJ:

Pope: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.


JJ: Oh. We're going out?


Pope: Wh...

JJ, to Pope : We had a date!

JJ: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

JJ Maybank’s Camera Roll

JJ: You're right.

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

JJ: 🖕🖕

JJ: Did you know that male bees die after mating?

Pope: That's sad

JJ: Yeah, that's their whole life. Honey, Nut, Cheerio.

Pope: Get the fuck out

Pope: JJ, I’m feeling like I don’t deserve to be loved

JJ: *in a baby voice* aw, bubbas, do you wanna cuddle? would that make you feel be-

JJ: *looks up to see Pope recording*

JJ: delete it. Fucking delete it.