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Tim, Dallas, Curly, and Buck all sat around a table at Buck’s bar. The place was slow with it being only two in the afternoon and Buck had found himself with a bit of down time to sit and converse. 

The younger three had been there for an hour or so already having a few beers and making a ruckus about this and that when the cowboy had pulled up a chair. They welcomed him into the conversation and more alcohol was consumed until they all had a decent buzz going.

“So.” Dallas said, resting his elbows on the table. “Anybody ya’ll got y’r eyes on?” 

“What kinda question is that?” Tim asked, taking another sip from his bottle while eyeing the younger hood. 

“Yeah, what are we? Chicks at a slumber party?” Curly added, giving the blonde a puzzled look. 

If Dallas was phased by the teasing he didn’t show it. Instead he just smirked and rested his chin on one of his palms.

“Ah, come on! There’s gotta be someone ya’ think is hot at least. Don’t be so shy, Curls!” 

“I’m not bein’ shy!” Curly immediately defended, his cheeks taking on a faint shade of pink. “It’s just a dumb question!”

“I think that brunette chick with the spider tattoo was pretty smokin’.” Buck added tapping his chin with his finger. “She’s been comin’ in here a lot lately. Ya’ know the one?” 

“Yeah I seen her last night.” Tim said. “She’s got nice tits.” 

“And hips, talk about bein’ a broad.” Dallas added with a leer. “I like that new girl the Brumlys got rollin’ with’m.” 

“Ya’ would. Always gotta thing for those dangerous dames. She’s probably dumber than dirt comin’ from Brumly though.” Curly teased.

“Eh she don’t gotta be smart to have a good time.” Dallas replied, shrugging. 

“Guess not.” The younger conceded, eating one of the peanuts out of the little bowl in front of him before continuing with his mouth still full. “I think Sodapop’s pretty good lookin’.”

“You and everybody else in town.” Tim said, rolling his eyes. “He ain’t nothin’ special. Good lookin’ but nothin’ special, like those guys ya’ see in magazines.” 

“Ok, then who do ya’ thinks hot, huh? Mr.DeepNSophisticatedTastes?” 

Tim looked at his bottle a moment, swirling the contents around with a contemplative expression. 

“Matthews.” The gang leader said as he took another swig. 

Dallas spat some of his drink out onto the table before he could cover his mouth and started coughing on what had managed to go down the wrong tube. Buck slapped a hand on his back a few times trying to help.

“Real’ smooth Dal.” Tim mocked raising an eyebrow at the display. 

“Like, as in Two-bit ? Like, the guy with the dumb sideburns n’ red hair?” Curly asked, staring at his older brother like he’d just said he was gonna join the football team. 

“Nah, his forty year old ma.” Tim replied in a very sarcastic manner, rolling his eyes again. “Yes, Two-bit!” 

“But ain’t he kinda pudgy f’r ya’?” Dallas asked, having finally stopped his coughing fit. “N’ fuckin’ annoying as shit?” 

“Ya’ say that like it’s a bad thing ya’ body shamin’ prick. Ain’t he supposed to be y’r friend r’ somethin’?” Tim sneered. 

“He is but that don’t change the facts. N’ I wasn’t body shamin’, I’ve just seen the chicks ya’ normally hang around n’ short n’ stocky don’t fit that bill to good.” 

“I like a guy with some meat on’em, so sue me.” Tim shrugged. “He’s gotta sense a’ humor too, hard to find that in a broad sometimes.” 

“I get what ya’ mean.” Buck chimed in, nodding his head in agreement. “He’s got a real nice ass. Somethin’ ta’ grab onta’. Sexy thighs too. The fact that he’s tons of fun ta’ be around helps.”

“Ew.” Dallas said with a disgusted look shadowing his features. “I’ve known the guy since we were kids, it’s like y’r talkin’ about my brother r’ somethin’.” 

“Welcome ta’ my world.” Curly said deadpan and he mimicked Dallas’ earlier position, slouching forward. “I swear if one more friend a’ mine says they wanna piece a’ Tim I’m gonna go postal.”

“We’ll get used ta’ it cuz if the giant fuckin’ scar across my face don’t scare’em away, nothin’ will.” 

“Don’t forget about y’r award winnin’ personally.” Dallas teased.

“Cuz y’rs is any better!” 

“Never said it was.” 

“Anyways.” Curly cut in before this could turn into an argument between the two. “So Matthews huh? Ya’ ever thought a’ askin’ him out?” 

“Psh, no.” Tim said, glancing at his younger brother. “Are ya’ kiddin’? Darrel hovers over him like one of his kid brothers n’ I ain’t fixin’ ta’ piss Superman off.” 

“He’s gotta point there. The only people he don’t really do that to are me n’ Randle.” Dallas agreed. “N’ even with us he can get kinda protective.”

“Jesus, what is he? Ya’ll’s dad r’ somethin’?” Buck asked sarcastically, giving Dallas a questioning look. 

“He kinda took up the mantle on a lot a’ that stuff since his mom n’ pops died. Guess he gets a little wrapped up in it sometimes.” The blonde looked back at Tim as he continued. “I wouldn’t be too happy if ya’ tried anythin’ with Kieth neither. I seen how ya’ treat y’r partners.” 

“Bite me Winston, cuz I give a hang if ya’d be happy r’ not. N’ don’t act like a saint, there’s a reason Sylvia came runnin’ ta’ me when ya’ got locked up!” 

“Yeah, she’s a power hungry bitch that gets off on the title!” 

“No arguing in the bar!” Buck intervened quickly. The younger two grumbled but quieted down, still glaring at each other. 

They knew better than to start a fight here though. Buck would throw them out on their asses so fast their heads would spin. He’d made that very clear over the years. 

“I wouldn’t treat’em like that anyways.” Tim said, still glaring at Dallas with an icy expression. “I’ve known him since before you rolled inta’ town Blondie n’ I ain’t part a’ y’r gang but that don’t mean we ain’t friends.” 

Tim had a point, both he and Two-bit were around the same age and lived in the same area. It was very probable that they’d hung out a lot as kids. Dallas hadn’t come on the scene until Two-bit was eleven at most and he was sure that the redhead hung around people other than the Curtis’ on occasion. It had just never really occurred to him that Tim of all people was one of them. 

Sure they lived in the same neighborhood but Tim was just a whole different breed of person compared to Two-bit. It was hard to imagine them playing together like normal kids. 

“Yeah, I kinda remember that.” Curly said, scratching his head in thought. “Ya’ two did use ta’ hang out a lot before ya’ started the gang.” 

“His mom hates my guts.” Tim said, drumming his fingers on the neck of his bottle. 

“I can’t imagine why.” Buck chuckled.

“Well we did raise all kinds a’ hell back then.” Tim said, a small grin curving his lips. “There use ta’ be this mean old bastard that lived around us, can’t tell ya’ how many times we stole his paper r’ messed up his yard just ta’ piss’em off.” 

“I don’t remember that one.” Curly said, cocking his head to the side in question. 

“Ya’ probably wouldn’t. I’m pretty sure he kicked it while ya’ were still in diapers. Lordy we use ta’ mess with him somethin’ fierce.” The gang leader’s smirk had morphed into a fond, lopsided smile as he continued his reminiscing. 

“Geez Tim, when r’ ya’ gonna propose ta’ him?” Dallas snarked rolling his eyes at the other’s almost smitten look. The expression looked strange on the older hood, foreign and mismatched. 

“Why ya’ always gotta ruin my moments?” Tim snarled, features quickly returning to their normal position, an ever present scowl. 

“Cuz fuck you that’s why.” 

“That’s it Winston! Come‘ere!” With that the gang leader grabbed the other up by the collar of his jacket as he launched himself over the table in between them.

“NO FIGHTIN’ IN THE BAR!”