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no, savannah doesn't know anything about pools and their structure or upkeep. and honestly, nor does she care to. she knows how to sit on the dock and look pretty and how to float on a floatie to wind down after a busy day and that's about as far as her pool expertise goes. so she waves off zach's comment, rolling her eyes for emphasis. "uh huh," she breathes out, a brow raised. "i've seen the inside of your truck. makes that whole cleanin' up after yourself thing kinda questionable." or maybe she's just projecting considering the absolute mess her trailer and bronco are both always in. but that's neither here nor there. "yeah, i'll come out. where're we goin'?" a lightbulb might as well go off over her head. "hey, you seen bennett since she got back?" maybe she can hook them up for a minute. give bennett's rose toy a night off before she blows a breaker recharging it again.

"What happens in a man's truck stays there. Mind your business." It didn't help that that was where he changed between shifts. Maybe he should clean it up. But that wasn't going to be because she mentioned it, it would have to be his idea. "I swear there's been an invasion of old people at the Copperhead. I feel like someone's been hyping it up in one of the mom Facebook groups. Not sure if you wanna be hanging with that crowd. Especially on Karaoke night. You ever hear a bunch'a drunk moms tryin' to sing Bye Bye Bye? Like hearin' a pig squeal comin' outta the womb." Bennett. Wow that was a name he hadn't heard in a while. "I fuckin' swear I saw someone who looked like her the other day, but kinda figured it was just the gummies kickin' in. We should make her come out too."

where / the ford residence (pool house) when / late afternoon with / zach @saddleoiled

He finally felt like he was able to catch his breath again, though that quickly faded when he started to chuckle. This was the best use of what he considered a multi functional pool house. Work and pleasure mixed together was a recipe for helping Zach show up to work when he was needed. "'M sure those poor floaties were just hoping to get flattened by your ass today," Zach teased, holding a helping hand out for Sam. He was thankful that he at least could wear shorts, especially in this Texas heat. He'd make sure to Windex them or whatever poor anyone used them anyways. "Are you here for the rest of the day or is the grass short now?" Who knew, there could be a round two. Having a fuck buddy at work had it's benefits. "I got at least another hour or two 'round here. Unless Miss Viv decides to talk my ear off, then it'll be at least another four."

"He helped us win, so I didn't want him goin' nowhere." Not to mention the fact that he was good friends with him, and his wife. Sure he had slept together with Cami before but that was nothing personal. Ken had his fair share of taking care of shit, considering what went down at the rigs sometimes, but he'd never be so obvious about it. "Guess there are worst times to die during." Better Coach than him. Too bad that man will never outlive the way he died.

vivian can’t keep her loud huff of frustration to herself, still too much in a panic to do anything but bitch at her husband that’s just agreed to drive out to down and potentially dispose of a dead body for her. “well, i’m obviously not getting out of the god damn car, ken. just hurry up, would you? i’m out on route 20 goin’ into town.” she barely lets him get another word out before she hangs up, clearly irritated, and immediately calls alma to let her know there’s been an incident.

What kind of husband would be if he didn't come rushing to her aid to see if she ahd killed someone? Not a good one, that was for sure. Sometimes his wife drove him nuts and also interrupted him mid-poop but whose didn't? That was marriage. Not to mention her y'know, blaming him for her running something or someone over.

zach was a permanent figure in savannah's life that she was glad to have. he'd been a good friend for as long as she can remember — an attempt at being more then that had fizzled out on good terms and she was glad that they were able to keep that friendship now too. but right now, she finds herself scowling at him. "ew," she deadpans, brows furrowing and the word practically a gag. "that's fuckin' disgusting, zach. my mama's gonna make you drain the whole thing now, y'know that, right?" as far as savannah's concerned, it's a small task — not too much to ask for, right? when the alternative is floating around in carson's redbull and beer piss — because who else would be doing that? "and make sure you put that in the ashtray," she scowls even harder at his cigarette, nodding to the coffee can with butts in it sat on the ledge of her trailer stairs. "she'll hang you up by your balls if she finds 'em layin' around in the grass."

"Don't shoot the messenger, I didn't do it," He threw his hands up in the air, in a way people do when they're trying to show that they're innocent. But honestly, he did piss in the ocean, he figured the fish didn't mind. "You know you can't completely drain a pool right? It'll fuck with the structure." That was just a small technicality that she probably never needed to know. "Okay, you gonna just nag me the whole time I'm here'?" He teased, "I wasn't raised by a barn y'know, I can clean up after myself." He might as well have been, it felt like the equivalent to that. "Are you gonna come out later 'nd be my wingman?"

camila knows that this seemingly endless grief isn't really endless at all. at least not in the way it seems right now. eventually, everyone else will move on — like ken said, they'll stop coming over, stop texting and calling to check in, stop posting pictures and memories on facebook. and then it'll just be her, all alone in that grief with no idea how to navigate it. "not yet," she admits, taking another drag of her cigarette and shaking her head, fee hand rubbing at her tired eyes. "i keep thinking he's going to come home so i can yell at him for leaving me all this to clean up. and then i feel terrible for thinking that." but fuck — he really had left her a mess. "do you think having the kids made it easier or harder?" she's having a hard enough time keeping herself afloat, she can't imagine kids. but then maybe it would give her something to keep moving forward for.

"That's probably 'cause that's his home. It's totally normal. It's still his home, even if he's not there. It's gonna take a long time to get used to. You're gonna wanna call him up and tell him 'bout something that made you think of him. Talk to him, even though he's not physically here." That's how he healed. He kept their old home phone just to hear her voice on the answering machine, along with sometimes talking to Georgia aloud. "You gotta remember to take of yourself, too. He wouldn't want you to not keep your peace too." Which was unfortunate with the way he went out, all things considering. " Speakin' of, 'M sorry if people are still spreadin' shitty rumors." It wasn't his fault but it did suck.

camila had honestly been planning to avoid ken today. while she and john hadn't been in a real marriage and had known that they both had other partners, something about talking to someone she'd fucked pretty regularly outside the sanctity of her marriage at her husband's wake seemed wrong. like it would give her a one way ticket straight into the deepest pit of hell. but when he tells her that things get better, cami realizes that if anyone knows what it's like to go through this it would be ken and that is somehow comforting. so she tilts her head towards the door. "how about you have the cigar and i'll just have a cigarette." she steps outside, waits for him to follow her and rounds the corner of the funeral home before shaking a cigarette out of the pack. "does it actually get any easier or is that just bullshit that people say?"

"Deal." He says, as he follows her, before grabbing a lighter from his pocket."No. It just gets different. You get used to it and that's what makes it easier. Their voice becomes just somethin' of a memory." He wished technology was as advanced it had been when Georgia died, maybe he'd still have a recording of her more accessible than the video tapes that were tucked away somewhere. "Less people come around to see how you're doing, and everyone around you pretty much forgets about 'em. But other than that, it's fine." He chuckled, knowing in fact that it wasn't fine. But life had a funny way of working out, and he was pretty happy twenty odd years later with Viv. He then breathed out some smoke, before continuing, "Does it feel real yet?" For him, it took a few months, and just felt like a bad dream.

sav doesn't bother answering her father's request for a promise, knowing that bridge has already been crossed. she'd gone to her first patch party when she was fifteen. no point in filling him with false promises a whole decade later. she hums when he speaks, brows pulling together a little in confusion. "so what exactly was the crime?" the drugs, she would suppose — but the rigs were all crawling with guys shoving blow up their noses to get through the long shifts. "oh god, he wasn't murdered, was he?" was that where all the secrecy was coming from?

Leave it to his daughter to get things out of him without even trying all that hard. "It doesn't look he voluntarily died." If only. "But please don't put that on the Tiktack. The last thing we need is these wannabe Sherlocks tryin' to get down to the rig to see what all the fuss is about." He trusted his daughter, of course, but he knew that these kids and their social media was a different story. Though it didn't matter anyways, since both of their phones were probably listening to them.

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Coach Brown's death was obviously different than Georgia's death. She wasn't caught with her pants down on his company's property. But he still understood how it felt to lose a spouse, even if the circumstances were vastly different. And the exhausting toll the funeral and everything surrounding it took on said spouse. "Of course." He wasn't trying to overstay his welcome, "You know John was like family to us. 'M sorry." He didn't have anything to do with what happened, but he did feel guilty. He was found on his rig after-all. "You need help cleanin' all this up? Alma's aware of the situation and happy to help." And by happy to help, she'd be getting a little extra at the end of the week. ""It gets easier. I promise. But right now, I got a cigar callin' your name, if you want a light." It was what he did right after all of the "festivities" were over with his first wife. He knew that cigars weren't particularly popular among the women down here like they were the guys, but he'd figure he'd ask.

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Sometimes it felt like everyone and their mom was at this place. Maybe that's why he went, though he'd never admit that he liked to hear all of the gossip. And it wasn't the worst way to end the day. "Forget the horses," Zach replied, waving off with his hand, "it makes people pissy. I'd much rather be workin' with horses." But he was never good with 'em to begin with. "Ain't it true they sleep standin' up? Sounds like they're kinda always ready to fight."

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"I was gonna say, c'mon now, I'm probably up there in suspect numbers." He was really just hoping the man died of a fucking heart attack. That would probably be the least controversial way to die on his property. "You ever feel like you got caught with your ass bare naked and pants down? Cause that's how I feel with all the cops on my property." Probably a bad analogy at the moment. "Why couldn't this have happened on your ranch?" He was half serious, half teasing. "I ain't do nothin', but I don't trust cops as far as I can throw 'em on my property without me havin' a say."

savannah had skipped into the kitchen when her father called her, only to slow her steps to an appropriate somber pace when he started talking about coach brown. "well, everyone's talkin' about what a tragedy it is, of course..." she begins, trying to gauge her dad's reaction. of course, it is a tragedy. a part of savannah is a little bit sad for the man that so much of his legacy is being overshadowed by the circumstances around his death. so what if the guy liked nose candy and ass play? who doesn't? besides, maybe he wasn't even with someone else in the first place. maybe the guy had been jerking it too hard and killed himself. she thinks that might be more embarrassing but that doesn't take away from the fact that he'd been great for this town, their football team especially.

A tragedy. And also one that could've been prevented. "Promise me you'll never be stupid enough to hang around there without supervision." He didn't want to talk about the whole promiscuous part, not wanting to know anything about that when it came to his daughter. Ignorance was bliss.