22 - Breakfast Bar

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"what do we do?" Pope breathed.

JJ slid out from under the boardwalk.

i tried to grab his wrist and pull him back down but he shook me off, looking over the edge of the sidewalk.

"they're gone," his face reappeared.

"gone gone?" i let JJ pull me upright.

"no, just inside."

i bit my lip as the others got to their feet.

"again, what do we do?" Pope turned to us.

"we could come back tomorrow." Kie suggested.

everyone considered for a moment.

"no," i decided. "we'll just have to keep an eye out."

"this feels like a bad idea," John B muttered.

"it is," i shrugged. "but i'm full of bad ideas."

the bar was already full, so full we had to half squeeze, half push our way through the crowd of sweaty bodies.

"look," JJ pointed.

Freak and Lumber were sat at the bar, periodically turning around to scan the dance floor.

we all spun around and held our breath as their eyes swept the club.

"fuck!" JJ hissed.

i glanced over my shoulder.

"come on," i grabbed JJ's hand and pulled him after me.

i had no idea where to begin our search, but apparently JJ did.

he put his hand on the small of my back and guided me through the crowd until we reached a door which he pushed open.

"what is this place?" it was so dark i couldn't make anything out.

"i'm hoping its the break room." he turned on the torch on his phone and pointed it around, illuminating cupboards and lockers. "huh,"

"what?" I turned to him.

"i was right,"

"you mean we could've just walked into a random room?"

"technically, we did." he began to open the cupboards, searching for something.

"I don't think the clue is going to be hidden in some irrelevant drawer, J." i watched him hunt around.

"i know where the clue is," he half disappeared into a locker.

"what?"

"it's behind the bar on that photo wall."

"then what are you looking for?!"

he cheered and stepped out of the locker, holding two bundles of clothes in his hand.

"what are those for?" I frowned.

"they're our disguises, baby." he waved a shirt at me. "come on, put it on!"

i rolled my eyes and snatched the black shirt from him, putting it on and buttoning it up.

"let's have fake names," he grinned.

"no."

"oh come on!"

"JJ."

"you're so boring." he grumbled.

"fine! give me a name!"

he thought for a while. "you can be Evie, a Russian supermodel."

"how many Russian supermodels named Evie work in shitty bars in Hawaii?" i raised my eyebrows.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 21, 2023 ⏰

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