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supermarketsamAs most would expect, Tim had wasted the weekend away in a drunk or hungover haze. With everyone throwing all this emotion shit at him, what else was he really supposed to do? It was all working out and then all of a sudden it wasn't. And all of a sudden Six is getting more bedroom action than he was and Billy was never there because he was trying to be a husband and future-dad. What was wrong with this picture?
Six handing him his ass on a regular basis was old hat... Tim was used to it and he always listened. He just never had any words left to offer in return after Six had dragged out a whole dictionary of words to fling at him. That was why Tim hadn't stuck around when his best friend had said he was coming over to have it out with him. Tim had decided he would've only ended up more confused than when he started. But it also felt like Sam and Mac were on his case, too. They all seemed to know the answers while Tim was still back on the notion that he was supposed to be going to San Antonio. Wasn't that what everyone had wanted a few weeks back? Now they change the play book and Tim didn't know which way to look or who to listen to anymore.
Then to top it all off, Six was abruptly dating again... and seemed happen. That was a good thing, right? Mac had to be a good thing. At the very least, she knew them all. But enough was enough. Tim had enough and he hated feeling like he had fucked up when he didn't know what he even did to fuck up. So, there was the QB/Cop date going on that night apparently and Tim was sitting watching re-runs of Seinfeld and well on his way through a six pack. Now there definitely was something wrong with this picture. So he got in his truck, picked up a new pack on the way, and then found himself standing on Sam's doorstep, six-pack under his arm and finger stabbing the front doorbell a few times just to be obnoxious.
Six handing him his ass on a regular basis was old hat... Tim was used to it and he always listened. He just never had any words left to offer in return after Six had dragged out a whole dictionary of words to fling at him. That was why Tim hadn't stuck around when his best friend had said he was coming over to have it out with him. Tim had decided he would've only ended up more confused than when he started. But it also felt like Sam and Mac were on his case, too. They all seemed to know the answers while Tim was still back on the notion that he was supposed to be going to San Antonio. Wasn't that what everyone had wanted a few weeks back? Now they change the play book and Tim didn't know which way to look or who to listen to anymore.
Then to top it all off, Six was abruptly dating again... and seemed happen. That was a good thing, right? Mac had to be a good thing. At the very least, she knew them all. But enough was enough. Tim had enough and he hated feeling like he had fucked up when he didn't know what he even did to fuck up. So, there was the QB/Cop date going on that night apparently and Tim was sitting watching re-runs of Seinfeld and well on his way through a six pack. Now there definitely was something wrong with this picture. So he got in his truck, picked up a new pack on the way, and then found himself standing on Sam's doorstep, six-pack under his arm and finger stabbing the front doorbell a few times just to be obnoxious.
