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When both of her parents went to work, Dylan and the others relocated back to the dock, the burnt down Chateau leaving a bad taste in her mouth. Her dad hadn't said anything to her about their phone call which worried her. She was sure he'd hound her over it, try to keep convincing her that going to South America was a horrible idea. Or maybe Dylan was hoping he would, she wouldn't have to go.
"Sarah, when did you say the pilot would get in?" John B asked Sarah.
"Probably like an hour? I mean, once he's here, my dad said we can leave whenever we want." She explained.
Dylan hummed. "Oh, leave whenever we want. That's comforting to know," she muttered sarcastically and scratched the back of her neck.
"Okay, well, as much as I would love to ghost my parents again, I can't." Pope said reluctantly.
"Pope, we're talking El Dorado here. Can you, just, so out the back, maybe?"
Dylan gave JJ a dumb look. "Oh, great plan, genius."
"I'm just saying!" He exclaimed. "It always worked for me. How to avoid unpleasant circumstances 101. If there's a problem, and you don't wanna face it, turn that face and keister around and walked the other way."
She heavily rolled her eyes. "Thank you for the advice, Jordan Belfort, but Pope's right. And there's no way my mom and dad are going to let me go to South America, not after what happened last time." She reminded them.
"DJ, it's to save Big John!"
"They thought I died, J!" She matched his tone. "We got to make it back home at all. I can't do that to them again."
"Okay, okay, take a breath," Pope stopped them, holding up his hands. He looked back at JJ. "I'm not doing that, okay?"
JJ huffed. "I just want you to be there, dog."
"I'm gonna be there," Pope confirmed. "I'll meet you guys at the airstrip in an hour?"
John B nodded. "Yeah, we'll see you there."
"One hour, Pope. Not a second later." JJ warned him.
"Be careful, okay?" Dylan called out as he walked down the dock.
"Yes ma'am." Pope called back without turning around, his smirk evident in his voice.
"I'm gonna take a stroll back to the shack," said JJ. He glanced back at Kiara. "For old times sake. I always wanted to go to South America. Great surf, cheap weed."
Dylan cracked a smile. "It's no New York, but, it's something."
"It's something," he agreed and they fist bumped as he passed her. "See you guys on the Tarmac!"
