With the new invention of 'Poguelandia', everyone's life felt pretty different. This was literally the pogue life that had been spoken about for so long. Living off the land, as close to the Yucatan as possible according to JJ's standards, and getting to do whatever the fuck they wanted. It was pretty much perfect.

You'd clearly taken on the mother hen vibe, making sure that everyone was safe, and taken care of. It really made everyone feel, y'know, yeah, taken care of. JJ wouldn't admit it, but it made him feel good too.

"Shit, man, we could've done that, y'know," usually he and Kie or John B did the food hunting, but seeing as they were a tad bit preoccupied with being hungover from the earth's 'natural alcohol', so you'd taken things into your own hands with Cleo and gone out to hunt some fish. And you could cook it real good, if he was being pretty honest.

"Oh, fuck, this is good," John B agreed, sinking his teeth into the fish. None of them even actually knew you could fry a fish so good, let alone hunt, but you were full of surprises. And besides, the cute little smug smile that played on your lips when you saw everyone enjoying it, made his heart swirl.

When you passed by him to do your little check ins, he gave you a little pat on the ass, flashing up a little grin. "Damn, mama can cook, huh?" Was it cheeky? Yeah, hell yeah, but still. "Where would Poguelandia be without you," JJ gave you a little nuzzle with his head before he went back to chowing down on the fish with the rest of the hungover Pogues.