Dally pulled his jacket over his head as he enter Buck Merril's place. As usual there was a party going on for no apparent reason. Sometimes it's for his girlfriend's birthday or Dallas won a derby, but this time for no reason.
He walked inside and made his way over to the bar, checking out a girl sitting on one of the barstools. He eyed her coolly as he sat down next to her.
"Say, baby," he began, "how 'bout I buy you a drink?"
"I don't think so," she answered, getting up. Dallas grabbed her arm and pulled her back over to him. He wanted to get to know her.
"Don't you drink?"
"Yes, but I can get one myself, thank you very much."
"Name's Dallas,"
"Mary,"
She was pretty, but way too much make-up. Dally never did like girls with tons of make-up on their face. Like most guys, he doesn't get why girls wear such heavy make-up when they will look better with it off? Well, some do anyway.
His last girlfriend, Sylvia, would wear her make-up even worse then this, which Dally is surprised that's even possible.
Sylvia wasn't the best girl he dated. She was a tramp, clingy, too much make-up, loud, and a little crazy. She was good in bed, though, but that was the only thing she was good at.
Mary on the other hand was different. She has curly blonde hair and blue eyes, like Sylvia, only not piercing. She's a little on the cubby side while Sylvia was slim. Her face is slightly round with a small mouth with no pouty lips.
"Well, Mary, would you like a drink?"
"You just asked me that a few minutes ago,"
"I thought you might change your mind in that amount of time,"
She sighed, and answered, "Why not, sure."
"Two beers, Merril."
He nodded and got two beers out from the bar. Dally couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from Mary. She had a nice rack and her skirt was short enough for Dally took look at her fair skin. He wondered if it was as soft as it looked.
Mary's eyes widened as Dally's hand went on her leg.
"What the hell are you doing?" she screeched.
"Calm down, baby."
"Don't 'baby me, grease!" she shoved his hand off her leg. Boy she was ** and that made Dally want her.
"You're sure cute when you're angry,"
Mary gave him an incredulous look and walked away. Dally walked after her, leaving the two unpaid for beers on the counter. Like he would pay for them anyway.
Dally grabbed her arm. She spun around looking frustrated.
"Leave me alone, please," she pleaded. When she said that it reminded him of that fiery redhead. Cherry something.
"You want me,"
"I don't even know you!"
"So, I want you and I don't even know you,"
"Just leave me alone,"
"Why?"
"'Cause… I-I don't know why, but please leave me alone and go bother some other girl that will let you have sex with them," she spat.
Dally really liked the fiery attitude this girl has. She struggled to get out of his tight grip on her arm. Dally smirked in amusement and let her go.
Once he did, she stormed out of the bar leaving Dally with a sly grin on his face.
He knows they will meet again.
(thanks keithurbanfanatic for being my beta)