Kickin' it in the Sticks
Daryl smirked as he drove out into the middle of the woods where his dad used to park cars and trucks that didn't work anymore. He'd always said he was going to fix them but they were all rusted and corroded now. He parked his truck and dropped the tailgate, getting out and rolling out the kegs from the back and setting them up with a small card table holding cups and a few bottles of whiskey. His boys were on the way with the speakers and music. He'd sent out a mass text to everyone telling them where the party was and to bring whoever they wanted. Every weekend was the same, they'd light a fire and half of the town would show up in the back of his woods. Everyone came back, jocks, bikers, hippies, rednecks, and those sweet southern girls.
The party was in full swing but he hadn't seen her yet. That wasn't surprising. Usually it was hours before they found each other, usually after at least one of the cars had been set on fire. He was on his way to fill up his beer when he saw her. She was at the keg, filling up her cup when one of the guys she'd gone to high school with ran over and started to put his game on her. Daryl hung back for a minute to watch. Beth hated it when he caused a scene, but he protected what was his. When the Zach started to put his hands on her, that's when Daryl got involved. He walked over and pushed him off of her.
Zach's beer went everywhere and he just glared at Daryl before attempting to punch him. Daryl smirked and stepped back, dodging the punch as Zach fell on his face. A crowd was gathering now and Zach was talking shit. If he wanted a fight, fine, Daryl would give him a fight. He flipped his jacket off and tossed it to his brother to hold for him. Zach was dancing around, trying to act like a tough guy. Daryl rolled his eyes and lunged, grabbing him by the shoulder and catching him with a right hook. He fell over but got right back up, trying to swing at him again. Daryl hit him again, but he kept coming back. By the third punch the people surrounding them were going crazy and Daryl knocked him out.
He smirked, taking his jacket back from Merle and wrapped it around Beth's shoulders as they headed towards the fire. She smirked up at him, taking a sip of her beer. "I love it when you defend my honor," she told him as he leaned in close. He smirked and looked down at her, putting his hands on her waist and pulling her into him. "It's sexy as hell."
He smirked and dipped his head, kissing her as the music rocked around and bodies danced. It never failed; kickin' it in the sticks drove her crazy. He pulled her closer. She was defiantly his kind of crazy.