Where were you when he started sinking [RP for dillonmilkshake Tyra]

[askurself_wwrd]

Immediately follows thisJohnny Cash belted out song after song about life sucking. Tim'd lost track of how many beer cans he'd putted off into the ravine. In fact, he had lost track of how many beer cans were at his feet to be putted. He thought there was only one, even though it looked like two...three if he squinted. And wasn't squinting supposed

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[dillonmilkshake]

Tyra was making the "Tim Riggins Rounds" in her truck. After a worried phonecall from Billy (and that in itself set off alarms in her head) about Lyla calling Billy and Tim being messed up already, it was either go find him or go break Lyla's legs. Tyra was about done with the Tim and Lyla shit.

She'd been around most of his drunken haunts, except for the one she should have thought of to start with. Tim's truck was visible before he was, and as she got closer she could see him pull back to swing, and knock a can into the giant gap in front of him.

"Damn fool might as well just fall in," Tyra muttered to herself, as she slammed on the brakes and shoved the shifter to park.

"I could smell ya before I could see you, Tim," Tyra tried to affect a caring tone, but she never seemed to be able to remove the sarcasm completely. It's okay, she rationalized, this is a drunken Riggins and he ain't gonna care.

[askurself_wwrd]

"Tyra, if you came to bitch at me you're gonna hafta get in line 'hind Buddy and Lyla. Fuck, probably lotsa other people. Long damn line," he slurred as he finished his beer, leaned over, swaying and sat the can on the ground. He had to steady himself with the golf club he was using.

"Wanna beer?" Maybe he'd forgotten the ramble about bitching or maybe he was just hoping she hadn't...come to bitch that is. And that idea made him laugh a little bit. The day Tyra Collette didn't come to bitch him out was the day he'd start worrying he was really screwed.

[dillonmilkshake]

"Tim, you know better than that. I'm at the front of that damn line, have been since I met you," Tyra kicked one of his cans towards him.

She shook her head at his offer and said, "I'm not a fan of gettin' drunk and messing around places I could fall in and die like you are, genius. C'mon, get in the truck, I'm drivin' your ass home," Tyra didn't wait and started back towards her vehicle. She wasn't about to comment on the Garrities, for fear she'd leave him here and go slash some tires at the Big Fake Asshole Garrity Car Emporium.

[askurself_wwrd]

"Don't wanna go home," Tim responded, sounding more like a petulant little boy than anything. "M'not gonna fall and die. That'd incon-inconvi...y'know what I mean--Miss Lyla Garrity 'cause she wouldn't have her dirty little secret ta fuck around with behind Daddy's back."