AN: I'm taking a break from beating up my favs to bring something more lighthearted. No whump, just pure brotherly moments and poor choices. And the Perry's marriage is perfect as it should be. Enjoy!

Plot: Bets are made. Chaos ensues.

6: Of Wages and Consequences

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"Ain't no way he makes that shot."

"He hasn't missed yet."

"And how many drinks already? Look at him! He can barely stand up straight!"

"No, I think he's still got it."

Jason Hayes walks into the bar, sees his team huddled around a dart board. "What's this madness about?" he asks as he walks over.

"Sonny doesn't think Clay can hit the bullseye three times in a row." Says Trent from his seat.

"From six meters, mind you." Ray chimes in. "It isn't that far, but the kid's got a few beers in him now."

"And a shot of Daniels!" someone shouts.

"He was on a roll for a while though."

Brock walks up, offers Jason a beer. "Then Sonny started talking."

"Hm." Jason says as he sips the drink. "Might be too late for him now."

"That's what I'm sayin'! See, Boss agrees with me." Sonny raises his hands in the air, as if victorious.

Clay looks around the bar, takes another drink, and smiles as an idea rolls into his mind. "Well, why don't we wager on it, then? Make it real interesting."

"Oh, dear lord, not again."

"No no no, I want to hear this!" Brock grabs a chair, pulls it closer so he doesn't miss any of the action.

"Sober Ray verses me. If I make three target shots in a row, from six meters out, then you have to detail my Mustang every day for a week, while wearing a costume of my choosing. Not including days we get spun-up."

All eyes turn to Ray.

"And when I win?"

"Ohhh!"

"What do you want to not happen?"

Ray smiles, the perfect idea coming to mind. "My home could use a thorough cleaning, rolling into spring and all."

"No problem." Clay sets his empty cup down.

Ray folds him arms. "I mean thorough. The house, vents, ducts, attic, basement, yard—"

"It's not gonna happen, but sure."

"And it'll be a bit of a time crunch, so I need it done over Spring Break. When the girls are out of town for the week."

Trent chuckles, slowly catching on to where Ray was going. Brock lean over, asks "Why's that funny?"

"Wait for it." Says Jason.

"Anything else? Or can we get this ball rolling?"

"Or darts flyin'? Eh? Eh?" everyone shakes their head at Sonny's misfired joke.

Ray takes a sip of water, nods his head at Sonny. "And you'll need your best bikini, brother. I'm sure you have one laying around somewhere."

"Done. Y'all want on this action?" Clay asks looking to Bravo.

"I look terrible in swimwear, but I'll put $50 on Ray." Jason takes out his wallet, sets the money down on the table.

"This is gonna be so much fun!" Sonny pulls out some money, laughs at what's about to go down. "I'll help you pick out a good bikini, Spenser, don't worry about that."

Brock and Trent each lay out a few bills on the pile of money, waiting for the games to begin.

"Seriously? No one's gonna bet on me?" Spenser asks upon seeing all of the money is on Ray's pile. "C'mon guys, that's cold."

"No as cold as your gonna be in my basement. Heats never worked down there and I'm pretty sure you'll be able to see your breath."

"All right, quit your yappin' and count it! Six meters!"

Sonny lines off the six-meter mark with a napkin, gives the two snipers three darts each. "May the best man win. And when I say man, I mean Ray." He smiles and jogs off to the side.

"Age before beauty." Clay says with a gesture to Ray.

"More like seniority before immaturity." Ray takes a green dart in his hand, lines up and lets it sail. It hits the center with a soft thud. "Thank you, next."

"Ohh, shit!"

"Zing!"

Clay shakes his head, lines up his own yellow dart and fires. It lands next to Ray's. "Your turn."

Ray shoots next, it lands center. Clay goes again, it's a repeat of his first shot.

"All right, it comes down to this." Jason looks at the board, then to Ray and Clay. "Who's it gonna be?

"What if they tie?" Trent asks.

"Then we split the money." Says Brock. "Or donate it."

Sonny shakes his head. "Yeah, donate it right back to the bar. Let's go already!"

Ray can't believe Naima lets him hang out with these guys. It's a miracle she hasn't banned him from these outings on their days off. I guess there's still time for that to happen, Ray thinks as he lines up his final shot. It sails through the air…

…and barely misses the red bullseye.

"Ohh!" gasps Trent as he covers his mouth. "I did not see that coming."

Clay gently pushes a dejected Ray to the side as he lines up his final shot. "I like the smell of pine, by the way."

Spenser raises his arm, lines up his last dart.

It glides the six meters…

…and misses the center far left.

Brock, having leaned forward in anticipation, falls out of his seat.

"Well," says Hayes as he rubs the scruff on his face. "This is quite the turn of events."

"So, uh," starts Quinn as he looks between Clay and Ray. "what now?"

Spring Break Week

"C'mon you two! We ain't got all day!" Sonny shouts through his cupped hands. He, Jason, Trent, Brock and even Cerberus were sitting in Ray's driveway with lawn chairs and snacks. The early morning didn't stop them from bringing beer, they would just drink it later. "I paid good money for these seats!"

"Shut up, Sonny! I'm not coming out!" comes Ray's muffled voice from the house.

"Don't make me tell Naima what's going on!" says Jason. He and the guys promised that they would never speak of this coming week, lest Mrs. Perry skin them all for getting her husband in over his head. "Hurry up! The sooner you get started, the sooner you finish."

"It's only day one of seven. Get the nerves out of the way and got for it!"

A door cracks open, and out steps Ray in what can only be described as round and fuzzy and neon purple. Perry waddles down the driveway, struggling to see through the enormous eyes on the costume's head. "This is stupid."

"Hey, you did it to yourself."

"I can't see, let alone bend over! How am I 'supposed to clean the kid's car?"

Not that Ray can see them, everyone shrugs in response, large grins on their faces.

Brock asks, "Where's Spenser?"

"Probably picking which bikini he looked best in." Sonny sips some water. "I gave him a few options. My favorite is the gold one with—"

"CLAY! Let's go!"

A few, painstakingly long seconds passed before young Spenser stepped out of the Perry home with a long, pink and white robe on.

"I'm pretty sure that's not Ray's, so Naima's gonna kill you." Jason says upon seeing Clay walk down the drive.

"No, she's not because she's not gonna know about this week."

No sooner than the words left his mouth, Jason, Sonny, Trent and Brock each whipped out their phones and pulled up photo or video mode.

"The hell! We agreed no proof for this!" says Clay as he pulls the robe tighter and tries to hide behind Ray.

"No, we said we wouldn't tell Mrs. Perry what went down while she was gone." Trent says as he zooms in.

"Not that we wouldn't have proof for ourselves to enjoy again and again after this week is over." Adds Brock as he tries—and fails—to stifle a laugh.

Jason grabs some water, and a handful of nuts. "Look, this is just proof that you shouldn't make wagers when you aren't prepared to face the consequences that come with losing."

"Agreed. Now let's see what Ken Doll borrowed from Barbie." Sonny says with anticipation.

"I hate you." Clay mutters as he unties the belt from around his waist, then adds a little louder, "I hate all of you."

"You did this to yourself, youngin'."

Suddenly, everyone's phones began buzzing and ringing. There were audible groans as the men quickly cleaned up and headed for their cars. Clay quickly runs back into the house.

"C'mon! That bell has the worse timing possible." Mutters Sonny as he tosses the snacks in his car.

Brock snaps a pic of the scene before calling Cerb to his truck. "Photo documentation for when we get back. We're picking up right where we left off."

"You better hope this is a short op or else Naima will have a lot of questions when she sees the SEAL in a bikini mowing her lawn!"

Ray fumbles with the head of the costume and he works to take it off. There is sweet relief on his face as he says, "Never been gladder to get called in than right now."

Clay jogs out of the house, making sure to lock it behind him. He is trying to buckle his pants and not fall out of his boots that he's only slipped on. "Same, man." He says. He slips his t-shirt on and gets into his car. "Next time let's just bet money. I need to go grocery shopping."

"Next time?" Ray says with slight shock. "You want another go? After all we gotta endure?"

"Yeah. Just so I can beat you." Says Clay. "And I really need food."

Ray huffs. "I'd rather go through BUD/S again."

Spenser turns his engine over, leans out of the window as he adds, "Loser has to go through a week of BUD/S training?"

Ray tosses a fuzzy paw/glove/thing as Clay speeds away. He can only shake his head as he gets in his car and heads for base. He isn't even sorry that he is leaving the fuzzy creature on the curb. Maybe someone will steal it while I'm gone.

-FIN-

AN: Thanks for reading.

Also, I have to ask.

Are you ready for 2x17? Becuase I'm not!