A/N - first FNL fic. Unbetaed. New fan to FNL - I know, late to the game right? This is a future fic set after season 5 so there are spoilers for all seasons.

Tim watched the stranger through lowered lashes. She'd been there an hour, reading the paper and occasionally munching on some fries or nursing her beer. When he'd waited on her, he knew she wasn't from Dillon or even Texas by the accent but she didn't really seem interested in conversation so he'd left her alone. He caught her glancing over at him a few times though. Since the place was empty other than her, he decided to speak to her again.

When he casually walked to the table, she followed him with her eyes. He couldn't read her expression though so he asked, "Can I get you anything else?"

"No, I'm good, thanks." He started to back away before she stopped him, saying, "Wait, can you recommend a hotel? Doesn't need to be fancy but I don't really want to get murdered in my sleep." She dropped the paper and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table.

"Sure. How long you here for?" he asked, pulling out a pad of paper and a pen.

"Don't know. A week maybe? Not sure. My car broke down and he said he had to order a part for it so I'm stuck here until it comes in. But since I have boobs, he probably was lying to me. He looked a little shifty too. You know the type?"

"I think I am the type," Tim said darkly and her brows lifted a little bit, a little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I can take a look at it, if you want. And my brother owns a shop."

"I don't want to put you out or anything," she left it hanging out in the open and the two of them glanced around the empty bar. Grinning at him, she added, "Since you're so busy and all."

His gaze dropped to her lips before returning to hers. "I don't mind putting out," he drawled. "No, seriously. I'm off work at five if you want me to look at it. And my brother's shop is Riggins Rigs if you want to meet me there."

"Wow, now this is awkward." She put her fingernail in her mouth and kind of chuckled and glanced away. At first he thought his comment about putting out is what got to her but then he realized what she meant and snickered.

"He does look shifty, doesn't he? But I'll can call him and check on it if you want. I'm Tim, Tim Riggins." He was used to people knowing who he was instantly or at least as soon as he said his name so it was nice to not see the recognition in her eyes.

She held out her hand and said, "Dana, Dana Smith. If you'd started off with your name I wouldn't have stuck my foot in my mouth Tim. Might want to lead in with that next time."

"Everyone knows me in town so I don't normally have to tell them," he explained. "And don't worry about it. Like I said, Billy is kind of shifty looking and probably more so to a woman. I've said much worse about him. Let me give him a call for you."

She thanked him and smiled again and he noticed how cute she was. He walked a few steps and then turned back around. He felt strange and a little guilty that he wasn't going to tell her up front that he was an ex-con but it felt nice to have someone not know and judge him. "I still get off at five, if you get bored."

Dana studied him a minute before nodding. "Meet you here?"

"Yeah. That'll work," he nodded and watched her for a brief second before going back behind the bar. He called Billy and got the deal about her car, warning his brother not to screw her over. She'd grabbed her stuff and was headed to the bar when he hung up. He explained about the car and assured her that Billy would be straight with her. She dug in her jeans pocket and pulled out a twenty. He made change but she waved it away, leaving him a nice tip for the amount of service he actually provided and he nodded in gratitude. "See you at five."

"Okay." He watched her walk away, pulling shades out of her purse. At the door, she turned around, pushing it open with her butt and smiling at him. Tonight should be interesting.

xoxox

Tim was swamped with the early pre-game crowd and didn't realize it was past five until he noticed Dana watching him from a bar stool. An older trucker was hitting on her and occasionally she'd nod in his direction but seemed bored. She'd changed her clothes and seemed a little bit more dressed up than earlier. Glancing down at his t-shirt and jeans with grease stains on them, he realized he probably should have planned a little better. When he looked back up, she was signaling him with her finger. He walked toward her and she mouthed the words 'help me' and he smiled.

Stopping in front of her and Ron Johnson, he waited for Ron to notice him but eventually he had to interrupt him with the trucker reached out and put his hand on Dana's back. "Hey Ron. I wonder if your wife would be glad to know you came straight here instead of home. Then again, you might want to call and make sure Amy's alone before you head home."

The trucker glared at him and Tim leveled his eyes at him. He knew he intimidated most of the people here now but if they'd had a few too many, beer muscles took over. Ron apparently had more sense than alcohol, sliding off the stood and throwing some money on the bar. "Screw you Riggins."

Dana raised her eyebrows, amused, and watched Ron leave before giving Tim a short round of applause. "Wow. That was…epic and kind of evil." She took another sip of her drink before winking. "I approve."

He bowed his head slightly then grinned. "Sorry. I'm running a little behind. Gimme five…maybe ten?"

"Take your time. I have a whole lot of nothing else to do anyway. But can you bring me a light beer?"

"Sure," he walked a few feet and grabbed a bottle, opening it as he returned. "It's on me for making you wait."

A new waitress walked out so he had to clean up her tables before he left. When he finally was done, he went to find her at the pool tables. Apparently she was teamed up with a local guy playing for a little bit of money. He sat on a bar stool watching her play and talk to the others. After her shot, she joined him.

"So you're a pool shark?" he asked glancing at her sideways. "How much money have you taken them for?"

"What, you think that was an act?"

"Totally."

"Just between us?" He nodded and she glanced around before whispering in his ear. "Not an act. I'm really that bad."

"Ouch. Poor Jimmy," he grinned. She had a great sense of humor at least.

"Poor Jimmy, my ass. He said I was his lucky charm and every time I go to shoot he manages to accidentally bump into my butt or stare down my shirt." Without really intending to, his eyes lowered to her shirt. She stopped talking and he glanced up to find her smirking. "Yeah my eyes are up here."

"I just wanted to see what Jimmy was looking at," he gave her an innocent look and shrugged. "Could be worth it. How much did he bet?"

"Yeah I don't think it's going to be worth it. He bet fifty and you just looked for free." Jimmy called her name and she walked over to shoot again. Sure enough Jimmy stared down her top. She winked at him and shot the eight ball in…then scratched. Tim bit back a laugh when she grinned brightly at Jimmy's grumbling. "What? I finally got a solid in."

Dana put her stick in the rack and joined him. "I couldn't have planned that better if I tried. You ready?"

"Sure." Placing his hand on her back, he walked out the backdoor with her. "I need to go change though."

She hesitated before getting into his truck, growing very serious. "You're not a serial killer, are you? Should I warn you that people know who I'm with?"

"No… Wait, do they?" He laughed, pulling the door open.

"Yes…well okay no," Dana admitted then pulled him to her by his shirt, turning her face up to his. She smelled incredible, exotic and spicy, but classy. His hand lowered to her waist and she released his shirt. "You know what I want to do?"

"I have a few ideas…"

"I want to get some beers and then I want you to take me someplace that just screams out Friday night in Dillon to you. Then I want to watch the sunset, listen to some good music, and drink beer." Her childlike enthusiasm came out of nowhere and he wondered if she was drunker than he realized.

"Yeah, that's not what I was expecting you to say…"

"Perhaps I should mention that I have a multiple personality disorder. But maybe you'll get lucky and Tiffany the nymphomaniac will make an appearance." She said it so deadpan, he wondered if she was serious before she cracked a smile. "So what's big Friday night in Dillon type activity?"

Tim dropped his head for a moment before saying, "High school football games on Fridays are busier than churches on Sunday."

"Football as a religion? There are some men that swear by it. It sounds fun. I'm guessing you played back in the day."

"Yeah, back in the day. Maybe I should warn you…" he paused then shaking his head he said, "Nevermind." Hopefully no one would tell her. At least if they did, the night would be young enough that he could still go out and get drunk. "Let me go change."

"Go as you are, no worries," she said easing in the truck. After he closed the door behind her she leaned over to the open window and said, "By the way, in case I forget to tell you later…you have an amazing ass."

Leaning against the truck door, he came very close to her, but stopped short of her lips. "No complaints about yours either." She smiled slowly and he winked.

"So what position?" her voice lowered.

He cocked his head a little bit and said, "Whatever position you prefer."

Dana bit back a smile before clarifying, "I meant on the field but good to note. And nice visual image, thank you very much."

"I was on the offensive line, a couple of positions but…I'm always willing to try a new position as long as I get to score." He held her eyes for a beat before licking his lips and straightening up. Dana laughed, rolling her eyes, and he said, "Let's go watch some football."

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