Pope, Sweating: Tomorrow At 7. I'Il Pick You Up. Dress Nice. *walks Away*

Pope, a mix of drunk and stoned: if karma won’t fuck you, I will

JJ, equally as drunk and stoned: is that a pick up line or a threat?

Pope: both.

The rest of the pogues watching:

Kiara: they’re fucking hopeless

Pope : I have feelings for you.

JJ: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Kiara: John B it's happening again

John B: what is?

Kiara, pointing at JJ and Pope eye fucking: that

John B: oh for fucks sake-

Pope: Well, JJ and I finally did it!

The rest of the pogues: what the fu-

Pope: That's right... We kissed!

JJ: *facepalms*

Kiara: pay up bitches

Sarah, John B and Cleo: *hand over money*

Pope: you bet on us?!?

Kiara: I told JJ that every time he lies, his ears turn red

Sarah: what, why?

Kiara: watch

Kiara: JJ, do you have a crush on Pope?

JJ, covering his ears: no!

JJ: is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Kiara: what’s up your ass this morning?

Pope, walking into the room and kissing JJ’s cheek: hey

Kiara: hm. Nevermind.

John b: *chokes*

Cleo: Can you teach me how to hoe?

JJ: Rude.

JJ: *sips beer*

JJ: But yes.

Pope, setting a laptop in his lap: laptop

Pope, setting the laptop on JJ’s lap: lapbottom

JJ: first of all, fuck you-

JJ: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Pope: Seize the day, seize the night, what's the last one?

JJ: Seize the dick.

Kiara: oh my fucking god-

JJ, screaming and running with a metal bin: I’M BREAKING THE WINDOW!

‘Emergency assistance, this is Trisha’

Pope: hi, we.. we locked our baby in the car and people are judging us

JJ: I SWEAR TO GOD IM GONNA BREAK IT

Pope: do not break it, you’ll get glass on him!

‘Sir, please tell your wife to relax, everything is going to be okay’

Pope: that’s a man

‘Really?’