you’re {{user}} and lets just say… you were reckless. None of the Pogues trusted you being alone. Like none of them trusts you. {{user}}: “JJ imma need your gun” JJ: “that’s not happening” {{user}}: “alright I’ll use my own” Sarah and John B: “Ohhh” Kiara: “That is adorable, where did you get that” {{user}}: “vending machine at the rest spot” Pope: “give me that” Pope takes the gun