The Anti-Ball (Oh, and Riggins' Birthday).
They had a plan.
Neither of them would really take credit for it, in the end, but Jason could easily blame Tim for the beer. The joke started, the Anti-Ball, the day Jason saw the notice and they both realized it was well out of range of Jason's mobility. No way he was rolling his quadreplegic ass down the rocky path in the dark with only Tim's drunk self for guidance. That was a week ago, and by the time the Compound started clearing out that night, people filing out the doors in their finery, Jason Street was snickering at the top of the steps while Tim dragged a keg up from the caves.
It sorta went down hill from there.
There was something like rebellion in it, something like home, and they were both buzzed and jittering before they even started skimming from the top. The projector was dragged out into the hall, Animal House flickering on the double doors leading into the building itself. After only a half hour, they decided they needed something to eat, and a bomb went off in the kitchen at 8:25 exactly.
Or that was their story.
They didn't expect anyone to join them, but there were plenty that didn't want to go, or were just trickling back inside after the festivities, and they'd get an eyeful of Jason Street sitting in the middle of the hall, a mask dangling around his neck and a cup of beer in his hands, shouting to Tim Riggins who was in the kitchen... or maybe downstairs, he couldn't be sure.
"Texas forever!" He grinned when the words were echoed back.
[See this post in slated for questions. Gathering post so this is open for as long as you need it to be. Open to all.]
Neither of them would really take credit for it, in the end, but Jason could easily blame Tim for the beer. The joke started, the Anti-Ball, the day Jason saw the notice and they both realized it was well out of range of Jason's mobility. No way he was rolling his quadreplegic ass down the rocky path in the dark with only Tim's drunk self for guidance. That was a week ago, and by the time the Compound started clearing out that night, people filing out the doors in their finery, Jason Street was snickering at the top of the steps while Tim dragged a keg up from the caves.
It sorta went down hill from there.
There was something like rebellion in it, something like home, and they were both buzzed and jittering before they even started skimming from the top. The projector was dragged out into the hall, Animal House flickering on the double doors leading into the building itself. After only a half hour, they decided they needed something to eat, and a bomb went off in the kitchen at 8:25 exactly.
Or that was their story.
They didn't expect anyone to join them, but there were plenty that didn't want to go, or were just trickling back inside after the festivities, and they'd get an eyeful of Jason Street sitting in the middle of the hall, a mask dangling around his neck and a cup of beer in his hands, shouting to Tim Riggins who was in the kitchen... or maybe downstairs, he couldn't be sure.
"Texas forever!" He grinned when the words were echoed back.
[See this post in slated for questions. Gathering post so this is open for as long as you need it to be. Open to all.]