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Julie had been spending a lot of time at the Riggins house. Tim can’t decide if Coach knows about it or not because he’s running a lot more bleachers lately. It could be that Coach has heard rumors and no one wants their daughter dating Tim Riggins. It’s a well known fact. Maybe Coach just thinks he needs the cardio or maybe it’s punishment for all the times he’s come to practice drunk and hungover.

Whatever the reason, the result is a very sore Tim Riggins who happens to think spending time with Julie Taylor is worth running bleachers.

It’s after dark when he gets home that day. He’s sore from running bleachers and bruised from being a tackling dummy during actual practice. He pulls the truck into the driveway, grabs the case of beer out of the toolbox and carries it to the house, pushing the door open and heading toward the fridge. He opens the door, slides the beer into the nearly empty icebox and unbuttons his pants.

Yeah. Those have got to go.

Really, he ought to have learned by now to check and see if Julie is here. It’s not as if the door is ever locked.

[Tim is outside and he's got a big grin on his face. He's standing next to the dumpster in the alley.]

Okay, I don't know what the hell happened last night but this [He picks up the heavy dumpster with one hand like it weighs nothing and sets it back down a foot to the right.] is awesome. If spandex weren't gay I'd get some and run around saving people.

[ooc: Tim has Teddy's powers for the day. he'll discover the others as it goes on.]

[Tim is outside on the sidewalk in front of the youth center. He's got on sweats and a tank top along with a pair of tennis shoes for a change. He's been out jogging.]

Sort of figured if things get crazy again, runnin' might come in kinda handy.

Huh.


That didn't suck. Sorta expected it to.


What do ya'll do between curses? Seems sorta...borin' and I come from Dillon.


There a golf course anywhere 'round here?

[Tim is out in the park with a football. He's rigged up an old tire to swing from a tree limb and he's hammering the football through the tire. He jogs out to get the football then returns to do it again. Throwing passes aren't really his thing but catching passes takes more than one person. He actually looks fairly thoughtful for a change rather than confused. ]

Anybody wanna play catch or want to learn?

[There's a long haired, beat up, hung over boy standing in the fountain looking more than a little confused. Pro tip: It's his default expression. He's wearing a plaid button up over a thermal long sleeve, a blue ball cap backwards, jeans, cowboy boots and he's got grease on his hands and smeared on his neck.]

What the hell's goin' on here? Where's my truck? Billy? Bo? Why the crap is everything in black and white? What the hell did I drink? [That's the slightest bit of panic right there before he gets control of himself]

[He sighs, steps out of the fountain and shakes his boots off. He takes his hat off, runs his hands back over his hair and then puts his hat back on, still backwards. It's then that he sees the device sitting near the fountain and picks it up. It ain't like he knows how to use it but he shoves it in his pocket anyway.]

I hope to hell these dry out.