Ennis let out a great whooping cough for what seemed like the thousandth time, building the pillows around himself protectively and taking a little swig of whiskey to keep warm. Junior would be here soon. She had rang him just not long ago.

Never had a problem drinkin' alone.

Can't exactly cheat on the dead.

Ennis pulled up looking more than a little lost. He had been round the block about three times before ending at Fred's place. Town looked.. different than he remembered. He stalled the pick-up and waited to see if Fred would notice him outside or if he'd have to park and get out.

Is God truly a forgiving god?

( 6ws)

Rodeo ain't what it used t'be.

( 6ws)

Ennis taps the counter again, looking absently out his window. It's stupid, and it'd be far too cold to get down here besides. The phone's staring at him almost as hard as he's staring at it, but finally he picks it up and dials the number off a slip of worn paper. It's obviously been worried over.

"Hey.. uh. This's Ennis."

Late-night TV leaves a man wantin'.

( 6ws)

*watching Land of the Lost reruns, listless*

( 6ws)

Whiskey Sundays - Lorne/Ennis
Learning to dance - Sharpay/Ennis
It was all a dream. - Fred Weasley/Ennis
Judgment - Captain Jack Sparrow/Ennis