"That sounds pretty perfect to me." Maybe minus the cheerleading bits, but the rest of it was all things Tim could appreciate. He'd never thought a lot about the kind of life he wanted before he went to prison - he was content with the way things were, there were the Friday night games, and Billy, and Riggins' Rigs and beer and occasionally a warm body to curl against on those hot summer nights - Tim couldn't have imagined he'd ever want anything more than that.
Prison though, had a way of realigning one's priorities, putting things into perspective. There was a whole fucking lot of time for perspective there. And Tim had taken advantage of that. "That's bullshit." He said shaking his head, when she told him what people had told her. "Maybe they need that long to figure things out, but I know what I want. And it sounds like you know what you want, there ain't nothin' wrong with that."
He snorted when she gasped at him, "You know you really make all them sound like great company." What was so wrong with fun, and enjoying life? He nodded though when she told him the score - though he wasn't too surprised to hear it, in a place like this it couldn't have been easy to just find a place to sit and be still - and he really doubted there were any games they could go to. "Guess, I'll end up getting to know those clubs pretty well then."