𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙈𝙀.
If Stella and her friends knew what they were getting into when they stumbled upon a sunken shipwreck, they probably would've brushed up on their treasure hunting skills.
season 1...
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BONFIRE — CHILDISH GAMBINO Told me I was awful and that shit did not faze me, Tell me how I suck again, my memory is hazy!
POPE HEYWARD WAS good at many things. He was an honours student, gave good advice, and was a fairly decent chef. But one thing he wasn't good at was remaining calm.
"So, uh, we didn't see anything," he panted, stepping through the screen door of the Chateau's front porch. The air surrounding him was saturated in panic. "We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia."
Stella gave him a side glance as he sat on the couch next to her and patted his shoulder. "Take a breath, buddy."
JJ, who was sitting on a chair a little ways away, stood up. He twirled the vape he was holding in his hands a few times as he stepped up to the railing that lined the porch with a thoughtful expression. "Actually, he's right for once," he concluded, turning to the group before focusing his gaze on Pope. "See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny, deny."
From Stella's other side, Kie shook her head. "Guys, we can't keep that money."
JJ looked down at her with narrowed eyes. Sometimes she forgot that while she was a Pogue, she didn't struggle with the same problems as him, John B, or Pope. She never had to worry about money, and keeping Scooter's cash would help each of them more than she realized.
With a slight scoff, he took a hit from his vape and slowly exhaled. "Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara."
Stella raised her brows at slight tone of bitterness and opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Kie.
"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs," the curly-haired girl urged. "Otherwise, it's bad karma."
"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too," Pope pointed out with a huff.
Stella scratched her head. "Okay," she started, sitting up from her seat, "say we give her the money. What do we tell her when she asks us where we got it? Or how we got his motel key? Or why we didn't report the sunken boat? We'd just look suspicious, and if Scooter was murdered, we'd look like suspects."
"Then we give it to her anonymously," Kie suggested.
JJ shook his head. "No," he stated. "Handing it off anonymously isn't going to balance this karma you're so worried about. If we're returning the cash, I want some sort of recognition."
"Real noble of you," Kie said, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. "And besides, Scooter wasn't murdered, he died in the storm."
Stella raised a brow. "He had a gun and stacks of money locked in a dodgy motel safe on top of copping a new Grady-White," she deadpanned. "It's shady and I've listened to enough true crime podcasts to know murder when I see it."
