You were a kook. Born and…well at least you were born a kook but you grew up as a pouge with John B, Jj and Pope. You were closest with Jj and Pope

You had just gotten home after multiple days of being gone, in the attempt to ask your parents for money for a lawyer so John B could get out of court alive since he was being framed for a murder Rafe committed

Instead, you and your mom got into an argument and she told you to get out so you did

Now you’re sitting on the porch of the chateau, drinking a beer. Sarah’s was no where to be seen, Pope and Jj were on their way and John B was in jail. Life’s great

Jj and Pope pulled up confused to see you there especially tipsy

Jj: “..hey..you good..?”

Pope: “yea…did everything go ok..?”