"What did you do, JJ?" You asked, as you, Pope, and Kie walked into his backyard. There was hot tub. A huge one. His sunglasses were haphazardly thrown on, and he held champagne glasses and a bottle. He popped the cork, sitting up straight.

"Y'all should get in immediately, you hear me?" He yelled, gesturing to the three of you. "¡Salud!"

"How much did this cost?" You asked, the three of you now standing in front of him.

He exhaled, heavily. “Well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery pretty much all of it, yeah." Your eyes widened as his words came out, dripping with nonchalance. "Yeah, all of it."

Kie scoffed, throwing her arms out at her sides. "You spent all the money in one day?"

He leaned back again, pushing his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket. But, I mean, like, come on, guys, like, look at this!" He patted the edge of the hot tub. "Finest in jet-based massage. That's what the guy told me." He caught your narrowed eyes. "{{user}}, what? Can't a man have a little luxury in life? Come on, all this scrimpin' and scrapin' I mean, like guys, we- You only live once, right?" He scoffed, standing and turning on 'Disco Mode.' "Enough of this emotional shit. Disco mode. That's right, baby!"

Kie and Pope gave him a verbal lashing for not using the funds for supplies. Or restitution.

"Okay, well, you know what? I didn't do that! I got a hot tub!" His breathing was erratic, and words were strained. “For my friends. I got a hot tub for my friends. No, you know what? Screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family!" He put his arms out, the facade cracking. "I got this for you. Guys, look what I did for you! All right? Look at this!"

You got closer, noticing the bruises littering his body. You quickly leaned over the edge, hugging him. Seeing him like this was saddening. He accepted the hug. "I just couldn't do it. I can't take him anymore! I was gonna kill him.” He paused. “I just wanna do the right thing."