Whiskey kisses
One drunken Dallas Winston, one dark haired greaser in love, and one hasty whiskey tasting kiss.
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I opened the Curtis´ door slowly trying to figure out if anyone was still up… but the whole house was quiet as a cemetery. So I just took my shoes off and tip toed to the living room to not to wake the whole house up.
Today was my lucky day, no one from the gang or anyone else was there occupying the couch and I got it all for myself, you know, sometimes life isn't that bad after all. I smiled a little and curled on the couch closing eyes.
It had been another of those nights when mom and dad had been drinking and verbally assaulting each other past few hours... so I had sneaked out before my head would have been smashed to the ground or I have gotten a nice black eye to match the bruises on my arms and ribs
I`d taken a walk to Curtis´ to see if the couch would be free. I would have slept on the lot, but it was January and temperature had dropped below zero weeks ago... so I had to bother them. I wouldn´t have wanted to. I mean, they got enough problems without me but I didn't really feel like sleeping outside.
Maybe couple of hours later I`m suddenly waken up, when someone slams the door shut and stumbles towards the living room. I rub my eyes and wonder who the hell it is…it`s 4 am for the god´s sake.
Please, let it be someone from the gang, I plead. But it really can be anyone… probably the whole East Side knows that Darry never locks his door..
My wondering get distracted when Dally collapses on the couch crushing me.
"Hey!" I cry out and he moves a bit slurring "Hi kid, ya alright?"
I nod and smile a bit feeling relieved. "Yeah, I am all good Dal."
"Be a doll and get me some water, will ya?" I nod again and grab him a glass filling it with water.
He lifts corners of his mouth, just enough that it can be recognized as a smile, and takes a sip. "You are a lot nicer than Sylvia."
He doesn't usually bother telling nice things, so I can´t help my smile getting a bit wider "If you say so."
"…and you look pretty damn hot tonight." He smirks in a predatorish way that he usually uses when he sees something worth of stealing or some chick he is going to hit on. I frown feeling confused.
But then I can´t think anymore. He pins me against the couch and suddenly my mouth is full of his whiskey smelling breath, my head feels empty and my heart is beating like a mad drummer. His body feels nice and warm against mine like a shield that protects me from the world and the touch of his lips make me feel wanted, and maybe even a bit loved.
His hands are sliding down to my waist and his lips are moving along my neck. Suddenly I get my voice back and manage to gasp.
"Dal... ..What are you doing?" This all feels nice, but he is drunk beyond thinking.
His eyes widen and he rolls off me quickly. "Uhhmmm…I don´t know what I was thinking…I just…forget it!" He gets on his feet and storms off the house.
I sigh, I wish he would have been sober, then it could have been all perfect, but now he just probably thought I was some chick.
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I haven´t seen him since that and it had been almost four days, it is not unusual. Hell, sometimes he goes missing for weeks, when he is doing some shady business with Shepard or gets hauled in for god knows what. But now it bothers me more than usual. I have to find out if he meant the kiss. Ok, he was drunk and all, but I have had a small crush on him since forever…and if he really knew it was me then I at least would have something to hold on to, though Dallas is straights as a brick wall.
Three days later I am sick of waiting him to turn up and I start looking for him. There is not anything better to do anyway, I would have a math test today but it is pointless to go when I know I won´t pass, not even with a good luck.
Steve said that he saw Dallas yesterday with some Brumly boys, so he must be out of the jail…unless he has managed to do something to get into jail yesterday, which I hope he hasn´t, he has his big mouth and tendency to try to break every law that exist, but he is not stupid and doesn´t get caught most of the times.
So, when I think it logically there is only couple of places, where he could be right now, if it would be afternoon, evening, or any hour of the night, he could be anywhere. But when it is 8 in mourning on Saturday, there are not many places where he might be…because if I have learned anything about him during these years, it is that Dallas Winston isn´t a mourning person of any kind. I mean seriously it is physically impossible to wake him up before 9.
So the places are Curtis´, Tim Shepard´s place, Buck's, Sylvia´s house, The lot…and maybe some other ones , but I think I will start with these. It is too cold to sleep outside and Steve said Dally had his ring on, so I can skip the lot and Sylvia…luckily, she sure is hot but something about her makes me nervous. He isn't at he the Curtis´s household either: I stopped by earlier and only Two-Bit was snoring on the couch.
It is Saturday morning so my strongest bet is that he is sleeping his hangover off at Buck´s. I settle for walking there because bothering Two-Bit or Steve would leave to questions about why I needed to meet Dal so urgently that I am looking for him this early, especially when I know how he can be in a morning… and anyway the distance is just couple of blocks.
Bar is empty, only Buck is lying on the floor and snoring like a chain saw. I pass him and climb to the second floor. I decide to take a risk and knock on his door, hoping he isin´t inside and at the same time it is like the only thing I want.
I have already turned my back to his room giving up with the knocking. When door is suddenly slammed open and furious "Can´t one even fucking sleep in peace anymore?" is shouted. I turn around not daring to look him into eyes. This was a bad idea, a really bad idea.
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Disclaimer: I don´t own the outsiders.
A/N: I am not a morning person either, and my grammar sometimes sucks, sorry. Hmm…anyway thanks for giving this fic a chance!
X Katyarenah