Drunk

Jason and Nate head out to Nate’s car once again, they’re hope renewed. Just their luck though, on the way at the one railroad crossing this side of town, they get stuck waiting for a train. With traffic behind them, they can’t turn around. They have to wait it out.

Ty is taken totally by surprise and dumbly follows Misty. “But I…Hal’s waiting for…” he tries to argue, but before he knows it, he’s outside. Seeing the look in her eye, he decides not to refuse, and gets in. So much for a quiet evening of maintenance.

Arriving at the bar, Ty stands tall, knowing places like this all too well. He can blend in easily, and sticks close to Misty in case anything happens.

Carson feels the tap on his back and swivels his head backwards to stare up at Misty. His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Well, well, well, look who came to…to join theparty!” All common sense having been long gone, Carson reaches out to wrap an arm around Misty’s waist, and pulls her down onto his lap. “To spitfires!” He holds up another beer, spilling some on the floor. “May they…ne’er lack of sass n’ frass.” He stops furrowing his brow as if realizing what he’d said just wasn’t right. The others at the table burst out laughing again, and Carson tips back his head to down more alcohol.