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I absolutely love the scene with Billy and Tim in season 3 when they come back from the auction with the steer. It's actually what inspired me to write these.
Though we're coming to the end, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.
Kaze-Chan
Chapter 11
Billy 27, Tim18
"Okay, on three. One. Two. Three." Billy and Tim both brought a glass of hard liquor to their lips, draining the liquid in one gulp. They slammed their shot glasses down on the table and Billy quickly refilled them, the three other empty bottles tossed aside.
He slid the new shot to his brother. "You are delirious little brother if you think you can take me on." He held out his own glass, grinning at Tim.
"Damn right." As if on cue, they easily downed another shot. "So, wedding's coming up, ya nervous?" Tim watched as Billy refilled their glasses again, judging his brother's reaction.
They took another shot. "Honestly Timmy, I'm scared shitless right about now." He graciously refilled both glasses again, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. "I mean, I'm not ready for this. I've got nothing, no money, nothing. And Mindy deserves better." Tim arched an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about, Mindy's a stripper." He stated flatly. Billy stared at him a few seconds before taking another shot of hard liquor. "Look man, it's not what I meant." Tim held his glass out to be refilled. "She knew you didn't have anything before she said yes. So the way I see it, she knew what she was getting into." Billy thought this over. Leave it to Tim to be the reasonable one of the two. "And beside, Riggins Rigs is going to bring in lots of cash."
"What about you, uh," Billy changed the topic. "Excited about San Antonio State?"
Tim took a last shot before answering. "Yeah, I guess." Billy looked at him a little surprised.
"You guess? Tim this is huge!" Billy seemed more excited about this than his brother was. "You're the first Riggins to get accepted in a university, man." Tim took another shot, starting to feel the effects of all the liquor.
He pinched the bridge of his nose to stop a wave of dizziness. "It's just a lot of work, and money. I don't know if I'm up for it." He looked up at his brother.
"It's just for a few years," Billy reasoned. "Just go, work your ass off to get decent grades and play football. Then you can come back and drink your liver away if you want." The two laughed.
Tim slid his shot glass towards Billy, the liquor untouched. "That's it, you win." He leaned his forehead into his palms, feeling light headed.
Billy grinned. "Told you little brother. You can't out drink the one who taught you how." He held up his arms in victory, after taking one last shot. "That would just be against all natural laws."
"I think I'm going to go lie down now." Billy chuckled as he watched his brother take slow tentative step towards his room. "Hey Billy," he stopped and slowly turned to face his older brother, "…as your best man and best friend, …and best brother," Tim drawled as he leaned against the wall for support, "I have to warn you. If you run out and leave Mindy Collett at the alter, I will find you and drag your ass back to the church. Those Collett women are scary." Tim finished, pointing his finger at his brother, weaving slightly.
"Don't worry Timmy, I'm not brave enough to piss any one of them off, let alone all three in one shot." Tim grinned before disappearing into his room, falling noisily onto his bed with a groan. Billy chucked slightly, taking in a deep breath, clearing his own foggy brain. He could always count on Tim when he needed advice, something not many people knew.
