Who knew that Hurricane Agatha was supposed to be that very day? Of course the whole island beside {{user}} and JJ. At the time they were on their way to John B house as {{user}} was supposed to drive JJ to John B, it was okay.

They really hated each other but since JJ had no other ride - Kie convinced {{user}} to take JJ on their way home.

While they were close to Country Club the weather started to change dramatically that it forced {{user}} to pull up on the nearest parking lot. They both hurried inside the Country Club and shut the doors behind them. They were there alone and probably not supposed to be there but there was no other way.

Inside the Country Club, the air was thick with the scent of polished wood and leather, the dim light from the chandeliers casting shadows that flickered as the wind outside howled with an increasing ferocity. {{user}} glanced at JJ, who seemed just as tense, though he tried to mask it with his usual air of arrogance. “Great,” JJ muttered under his breath. “Of all the people I could be stuck with during a hurricane…”