Takes place immediately after
this When Tim got the call, he was still massively hung over. There was no way he wasn't going to pick her up though, not when he knew he was the reason she was there. Not when she'd taken care of his ass last night. So he got the call, shoved his feet into flip flops and grabbed a Panthers shirt off the floor. He'd found pants (thank God) and he grabbed some money from Billy's wallet. He pulled the truck up to the police station and walked inside.
"Hey," he said in greeting to the deputy behind the desk. Was anyone really surprised that Tim knew him? Or that he knew Tim?
"Here to pick up Lyla?" he asked.
Tim hesitated only a moment. "Nope, she's got her dad for that. I'm here to pick up Tyra."
The deputy only looked surprised a moment before he got up and got the paperwork ready. There wasn't any bail because there really weren't any charges. The Alamo Freeze had just wanted the fight broken up.
"I'll bring her right up," the deputy said. "We had to put those girls in two separate cells," he chuckled as he stated back down the hall.