(Author's notes: These are going to be little back stories of Dirk, Oliver, and possibly others. Set around the time when Dirk was fifteen and Ollie fourteen. Just to have a good time and show that you know, it's not always so serious. Hope you enjoy it. And language warning ahead of time..)

Dirk and Oliver: The so called, "bad" boys.

The night was pitch and the moon was hidden behind a few clouds that threatened rain. The two boys didn't seem to care. They were walking down the road, sharing a bottle of Jack Daniel's. The cows lulled softly in the field to their right and a light from the mayor's daughter's bedroom window shone like a beacon. A very drunken Dirk laughs as he nearly falls down into the ditch at the side of the road, his foot had slipped off of the pavement and onto the grass. "Whoa!" he laughs, then instantly lowers his voice. "Ollie, man, Ollie?" he whispers across the spanse between the two boys. "Give ya a dollar to tip that cow."

Ollie's steel blues gazing somewhat at the window of the Mayor's daughter. Course.. he never had come clean about how he had fallen for the little bouncy brunette, and how her smiles could cause his legs to become like Jello. Tell someone that and it can get you shot by the Mayor, hell, and being who he is, Ollie would be dead by morning. But the trusty bottle of Jack in his hand kept telling him to go up to her window and steal a kiss, but his cousins antics causes him to lose that train of thought and he laughs softly as Dirk almost falls down into the ditch. "A dollar ya say?" He whispers back and laughs. "I bet I can tip all twenty of em and that'd be a dollar a piece."

"Bet you cain't before old man Chester comes after you with his shot gun!" he laughs and staggers over to his cousin and taking the bottle from him. He gulps down a big swallow and his eyes water with the burn down his throat. "Gods!" he gasps out and coughs as he holds the bottle back towards Ollie. "You're on, Cuz!" he laughs and again nearly falls into the ditch as he tries to transverse it. There was a great deal of moisture and he sinks into the mud. "Eww!" he laughs as he finally gets across, covered to his knees in mud.

"Old man Chester couldn't shoot a bear if it was bitin' him on the rear!" He laughs and feigns hurt when Dirk takes his trusty old pal Jack, but that smile soon returns when it is back in his hand. "I'm tellin' ya, I can tip all twenty before the old coot can get his scrawny ass down them stairs." He points with his hand that holds the bottle of liquor towards the porch, not really that far away. "Besides, he's so old, my pappi could kick his arse." He laughs and takes another swig from the bottle then wipes his mouth with his sleeve, a nod and he hands the bottle to Dirk. "You jus' watch." And he hunches down a bit as he starts in for the large barbed wire fence.

"He got yer arse with a load of buckshot the last time you made a play for little miss Darla up in there!" he laughs and takes the bottle from his cousin. "And Uncle Billy could right rip up on old Chester the Molester!" Laughing his skinny little ass off as he takes another drink. Following his cousin towards the barbed fence, puts his jacket across one of the wires so that they don't cut themselves on the barbs. "Shit, it smells like shit!" he laughs and looks back to his cousin with bloodshot hazelled eyes.

"Darla.." He whispers and stops at the fence. He puts his hand over his heart and looks like he is about to burst into song. "What a girl, that be. The way her eyes sparkle when she laughs, and what a laugh it be too." Then he taps on his chest with his fist and lets out a large belch with a laugh. "Pardon." He turns and climbs up on the fence, gets right over the top to just fall backwards flat onto the ground with a thud. He laughs again and rubs his arse in remembrance of that buckshot to his arse. "That hurt like a bastard too, but this time, I'm smarter, got my cuz to put in the way of it." He laughs louder then a large 'Moo' causes him to get wide steel blue eyes. "The hell was that?!" He says in a loud whisper.

When his cousin starts to wax poetic about the bucktoothed and freckled faced Darla he laughs and falls to his ass, sitting in the grass. Picking up a clump of mud he tosses it at him. "Man that's just gross!" Staggering to his feet he gets up and applauds his cousin's belch. "Couldn't have said it better m'sefl!" Clambering up to the top of the fence, he watches as Ollie falls and he bends over backwards laughing. This causes him to lose his balance and he goes sideways tangling himself into the barbed fence. "Oh ow!" and more riotous laughter as he untangles himself. "I ain't takin' no buck for nobody!" he snorts a laugh and chugs another drink. "Here man, kill it." as he hands the bottle back to his cousin. The loud moo spooked him too and he goes down, on his stomach, face first into a mud slick, and you guessed it, full of cow pie.

He chuckles from down on the ground. "I'm tellin' you, I'm going to marry that gal if it kills me." Givin her father's hate for Ollie, well that could be a lot sooner then he thinks, if he isn't careful. He sits up just in time to grab the bottle from Dirk and take in the last healthy gulps of the good old trusty Jack Daniels, then tosses the bottle onto the ground as he uses the fence post to stand up, a bit wobbly but he is at least standing. But then his cousin falls to the ground and that causes him to laugh and fall forward onto the post, which knocks the wind out of him.. but then another "moo". "The hell is that? Did ya hear it? Tellin' ya, we being watched.." He whispers and turns around to a big set of brown eyes. He lets out a scream and takes off into the field, poor little cow just as startled as him takes off the other way.