—cattywampus

where: copperhead road

memorial services and twenty thousand whispered rumors later had dixie's head spinning. thankfully she got wind of a bunch of football players planning to take over copperhead in memory of dear ol' coach from her best friend and sister in crime savannah. of course that meant they were going to be there to witness the festivities and pay their respects in style.

a drink in each hand, dixie crossed the bar to the other blonde. "you're never goin' to guess what i just saw waitin' for our drinks." she leaned in to dish the scandal while handing one drink over. "george junior had his tongue down megan wiley's throat and i'm pretty sure virginia is pregnant with their third or fourth dang kid at home." dixie clicked her tongue. "some people ain't got a shred o' shame." she took a big drink to wash down some of her own shame coming to the surface. "anyway, you ain't told me what you think happened yet." despite it being on her daddy's land, there's no way dixie would say she thought mr. ford was capable of such a thing.

there was no way she was going to be sitting in her trailer all night by herself when she nabbed a whole bottle of ketel one vodka. someone in that damn park had to be awake and unoccupied. dixie knew just who she was going to annoy first. the gravel popped as she walked quickly down the row until she reached their house.

"sam! i know you're in there hiding, come out a play i brought gifts." she'd say snacks but they were still back in the trailer. there was only so much a girl could carry and on her salary there was no room to waste anything. dixie had always liked sam. he was fun and that's the type of thing dixie needed in her life. plus his stories always cracked her up. "c'mon sugar, don't make me drink this alone. i stole it fair and square."

"listen i get he was a football coach and all but does it have to be on the football field? feel like i'm doing a five mile hike just to get to the dang place and then we have to hike all the way back and hope we don't get sick from all the food." dixie scoffed and adjusted her sunglasses, looking over at bennett to see how she was doing. "i'm sorry, i'm bitchin' for no reason. ain't no excuse for it. how are you doin', hon? want to go get a drink somewhere? pancakes or somethin'?" dixie never did understand the obsession with food around times like these but she had a soft spot for pancakes anyday of the week. sooner or later they're going to catch up to her.

leaning against one of the walls at the copperhead, vinny was looking at the crowd gathered. already the rumors were flying wildly on who might be the culprit to the coach's demise and already vinny was sick and fucking tired of hearing about it. lucky for him he didn't need to listen to that, he could bitch to someone who he didn't mind hearing ramble off bullshit.

"how many times have the town peanut gallery named you a suspect so far? has to be at least once." he laughed, though that meant there was likely to be about five pointed at him. "how's business, big guy? distract me from all the cluckin' hens."

where: football field

of course vinny knew coach brown, there wasn't many in the town who weren't aware of the man in some capacity. he also had nothing real against the man other than a few unfortunate disagreements once and awhile. plus in a community like sweetwater you don't stay home from events. it's a quick way to get ostracized. since a teenager, vinny was always about any gathering with free food.

setting down a tray of special k bars made by his house manager, he found himself staring at the different types of potato salad and jello mixtures. only glancing up to see viv approach. vinny straightened and tipped his sunglasses down. "g'afternoon ms. ford," he grinned. "come to sample the potato salad selection?"