A/N: Inspired by Drunk on You by Luke Bryan

"So Ferb, you ready for the country tailgate tonight?" Phineas hopped into the passenger seat as his brother started the car. He looked down at his attire. "Do you think jeans and a white t-shirt is country enough?" He paused. "Maybe I should wear overalls—"

Ferb held out a hand. "You're fine Phin. Stop worrying."

"Well, okay. I guess this outfit works." He settled back in the seat as Ferb pulled the car onto the road. "Hey, aren't we supposed to pick up Izzy?" His brother didn't respond, only made a U-turn in the middle of the street before pulling to a stop in front of Isabella's house.

Phineas draped an arm out the window, taking a deep breath. "Ah summer. Seventeen years old and one week until school lets out. It doesn't get much better than this. You know Bro, we-" the red head stopped, eyes widening as his other best friend stepped onto her front porch, digging in her purse. "Whoa."

Ferb glanced over, doing a slight double take. "Phin? You alright?" He went to say something else, only to turn at the sound of the car door opening.

"Hey guys," Isabella greeted, sliding into the backseat and closing the door behind her. "Whatcha doin?" She giggled before scooting up so she was sitting on the front edge of the backseat. "Hey Phineas..."

He turned around, mouth suddenly dry as he took in the brown cowboy boots, denim shorts that cut off just below the butt and the purple and black plaid t-shirt that Isabella had tied up to just above the middle of her stomach. He gulped.

"Phin?"

The red head swallowed. "Yeah Isabella?"

"Are you okay? You're looking at me kind of funny."

"Huh?" He shook his head. "Uh, y-yeah. I'm f-fine."

She smirked. "How do you like my outfit? Do I look country enough?"

Phineas quickly glanced down before looking back up. "You look great Izzy." He turned around. "So Ferb, how long til we're there?"

"Oh look! There's Buford and Baljeet!" Phineas unbuckled his seatbelt, peering out the window as Ferb pulled the car over to the lake, backing in next to Buford's truck.

"Geez, what took ya guys so long? We've been waitin here for half an hour!" Buford griped, walking over to the red head. "Where were you?"

"Well, we had to pick up Izzy."

Ferb smirked as he came around the back of the mustang, making sure to click the headlights on. "There was a minor distraction."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"Hey guys."

Buford's jaw dropped as Isabella emerged from the car, adjusting her t-shirt. "Holy mother of-"

"What is all the-ah!" Baljeet walked up behind Buford, gaping. "Isabella, you-you-"

"I'm what Baljeet?" But all the boy could do was stare. Isabella looked up at Ferb, smirking with satisfaction. "Looks like I left them speechless."

"So it would seem." A knowing smile appeared on his face and he winked at her.

"Hey, what's with the winkin?" Buford asked. The other boy merely shrugged.

Isabella walked into the middle of the group, looking at each boy in turn. "Now guys, just because I look like this doesn't mean anyone gets a piece; I am the same person, so if any of you try anything..." her voice went flat. "I'll pound you." She glanced over at the red head. "Of course, there are exceptions." She winked at him. "Right Phineas?"

"Umm..."

"Alright, let's just face facts here. You're hot." The former bully went to walk toward her, only to have the red head step in, slapping the boy's hand away and shooting him a death glare. "Heh. Right. Sorry Phineas." Buford looked around. "Alright, enough messin around; I got bigger plans here. Follow me."

The group followed him over to the truck, watching as Buford dug around the back of the cab before producing something.

"What is that?" Baljeet asked.

"My friends, this is Crown Royal Whiskey, the best whiskey from Canada." The boy smirked. "Took it outta my Mom's liquor cabinet."

"Buford! You expect us to drink stolen whiskey?!"

"Who says it was stolen? It was in my house; that ain't stealin." Buford reached into the cab of the truck, pulling out a stack of Dixie cups. "Now who's in?"

"I am." Isabella walked over, snatching a cup from the stack and holding it out. "Hit me up." The former bully poured her a glass and she knocked it back before resolutely setting it on the side of the truck. "Alright boys, who's next?"

Phineas smirked. "Wow."

"Anyone, anyone?" Buford held the bottle out. "Aw come on! We're men! You're gonna let yourselves get outdrank by Girlie here?"

"Designated driv-" Ferb was cut off by his brother.

"Go ahead Bro; I'll be designated driver. One of us should be sober enough to drive home." Ferb stared at him before walking over to Buford, taking a cup and holding it out while the other boy poured. He knocked it back, setting the cup next to Isabella's.

"Alright, Ferb's in." Buford held the bottle out. "Jeet?"

The boy started, laughing nervously. "Oh no. I do not think-"

"Aww come on Jeet; get outside your comfort zone," the red head urged.

"Carpe Diem?"

He snorted. "No. This is more 'have a little fun and cut loose.'" Phineas slung an arm over his friend's shoulder. "You need a break from applying to colleges Buddy. I mean, you've worked hard enough."

"That is true..." he paused in thought.

"Here. I'll make the decision for ya." Buford poured a cup of Crown Royal, thrusting it at the other teen. "Alright, drink."

"Well...if you are sure..." Baljeet hesitated only a moment before taking the offered cup, knocking it back. He made a face. "Yech! This is horrible! This is vile! This is-" Buford grabbed the cup, pouring another round before handing it back.

"It takes a few rounds before ya like it. Now drink." Baljeet did as he was told, taking another shot. A dopey smile spread across his face. The other teen smirked. "How ya feelin?"

"Effervescent and..." he giggled. "Tingly."

"Feels good don't it?"

Phineas leaned over, whispering to his brother. "Wow. Jeet's a real lightweight." His brother only nodded.

"And for you Dinnerbell?" Buford reached into the cab of the truck, grabbing something before tossing it to the red head. "A bottle a water." He smirked. "Cuz you're a wuss."

Phineas caught the bottle, rolling his eyes as he unscrewed the top and took a sip.

"Let's get this party started!" Isabella pumped a fist in the air, reaching into Buford's truck and turning on the radio, cranking up the volume.

"Now you're talkin!" Buford glanced around at the group. "All in?"

Everyone raised their cups, clinking them together. "All in!"

"To a night of fun and frivolity," Ferb stated.

"And good times!"

The entire group looked over at Baljeet, laughing as the sun faded over Danville Lake.