The Return of the Bluth yacht.

[lesssexthanmiho]

Becky mused as she scaled down the cliff, lit cigarette in the corner of her mouth, that this might have been more trouble than it was really worth. She stubbed out cigarette with a sigh, and splashed down into the water, holding her cell phone over her head

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[deadly_little]

Miho was waiting on the docks holding a blanket and a thermos of coffee. How she knew to be there is anybody's guess. The expression on her face is suggestive of, 'You idiot,' though how this is different from her usual expression is up for debate.

[lesssexthanmiho]

Becky smiled sweetly.

"Isn't is nifty how cops didn't need to be involved at all?" she said, taking the coffee.

[deadly_little]

Miho's eyes widened. Cops? There were going to be cops?

Due to her lack of sharp things and the fact that she likes Becky better alive she just whacked the blue-eyed girl on the head.

[lesssexthanmiho]

"Ow!" Becky pouted. "He's the one who threatened with the cops. S'why I got it back as quicky as I did."

[bluth_illusions]

GOB exited the Sin and crossed the street to the docks. Sure enough, Becky was there with his yacht. "What...? How...?" he began.

"Thank you, Becky," GOB said, simply. He was happy and wreckless with his life, so he tried for a grateful hug.

Just a hug, though. He wasn't feeling that wreckless.

[lesssexthanmiho]

Becky patted his back tentatively.

"I told you I'd find it."

[bluth_illusions]

"I'm sorry I was a jerk about that. I should have come to you about it first." He scoffed, "You found it that quickly and the cops couldn't do anything in a few days. Never calling them again."

[lesssexthanmiho]

Becky nodded. "Cops usually are too bureaucratic to deal with things like people's missing homes."