Author's Note: I don't own The Outsiders, though I wish I did. The only thing I own is the story and Jess the bartender girl. She's such a twit. I love her though, silly thing. I'd also like to note that I don't really think the Dallas/Cherry thing would work out. Cherry's all concerned and what not about her image and Dallas is well Dallas. However I will admit there's a strange lust/attraction thing going on there. Dallas must have found her attractive or he wouldn't have tried to pick her up. That wouldn't make sense now would it. And then there's the whole Cherry "If I ever see him again…" thing but whatever. Also, I haven't read the book or seen the movie in a bit so some details might be off, but that's because my memories a bit faulty so some minor details might not be there. Do forgive me if something is horribly wrong and tell me how to fix it. Now, onto the story!! Finally, right?
"Stupid broad," Dallas growled under his breath as he left the movies. "Who the fuck does she think she is acting all high and mighty like that. Shoulda expected that from a soc," he grimaced using his hand to try and wipe off some coke from his face. It was starting to dry and the sticky feeling was uncomfortable. The soc Dallas had been grumbling about, Cherry Valance, had only a minute or two ago splashed his face with the cold drink. "That's what you get for tryin' to be nice." The young man looked out at the street ahead of him. He had no where to go. Then his mind turned on him. That red head sure was cute though, one half of his brain reminded him, and Dallas was not about to deny that bit. For a few moments Dally allowed himself to remember the fiery red-head. Soon however he had to mentally slap himself. Get that broad out of your head you idiot, the other side of his brain snapped. Red's just another girl. Nothing worth wasting any more thought on than any other failed attempt at getting some action. Dallas kept walking trying to keep his mind busy and on other, more important, things like what law he could possibly break that he hadn't already.
His feet unconsciously took him to the convenience store. He might have stolen something, but some how it didn't seem worth it. All he wanted now was a smoke. Walking over to the side of the store Dally pulled out and lit himself a cigarette. Again his mind began to drift as he leaned up against the wall. She was kind cute though…I wonder if she liked me. You know maybe…Stop it! You're Dallas Winston. You don't think about this kind of crap. You feel nothing. You're just a no good hood, and you show no signs of changing. Dallas was so distracted by his own internal moral debate that he hardly noticed the cigarette was starting to burn past the filter.
"Ah SHIT!" Dally cursed as soon as he noticed and removed the burning butt from his mouth. Irritated, he stomped it out on the pavement. "All I need is some sleep," Dally said keeping his thoughts aloud instead of in his head hoping to bring his head back to more pressing matters like where he was going to go. He reached into his back pocket for his pack of cigarettes, but there were none left. With a grunt he threw the empty pack on the ground. "Sleep and cancer sticks." Dallas paused for a quick second to mull things over. "Buck's place. That's where I can go," he finally decided. "Sleep, beer, and cigarettes. Perfect." He forced a grin, but it looked a bit lopsided. Then again most forced grins were.
Soon the building came in sight and from what he could here it was busy. He opened the door and was hit with a wall of noise that by now he was pretty used to. The greaser stepped casually over a man that had passed out on the floor to get to the bar. A brunette, female, bartender was there with a beer waiting for him. The young man made a face at the relatively happy looking girl. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and a few wispy pieces fell on her forehead.
"Hey there, Dally," she grinned at the sour looking man and leaning on the bar. Dallas just gave her a quick nod before looking away. Truth be told he found the girl extremely annoying. She was always talking to him. "What's with you, Dal?" the girl continued, clearly not picking up on the hint that Dally had no intention of striking up conversation with her.
"Forget about it, Jess," Dally growled after taking a gulp of beer and staring down the bartender. "It's none of your business, nosey, anyway." Dallas hunched his shoulders and scowled again. Jess finally got the hint and scooted off to another man who was waiting at the bar. Before she was out of ear shot Dally said simply to her, "If you see Buck let him know I'm sleeping upstairs." The brunette nodded absent-mindedly and Dally knew she'd probably forget. It was a good thing he didn't care much. Before leaving the bar Dallas swiped another beer from a man distracted by one of the hookers.
"Sucker," he grinned heading for the stairs. He was half way up when he remembered that he was still missing one crucial thing. Cigarettes. He headed down the stairs quickly and bought two packs. As he turned to go back up he noticed a familiar face in the crowd. It was Sylvia, and Dally wanted nothing to do with the two-timing bitch. She'd cheated on him while he was in jail. However, she managed to spot him before he could make a safe retreat up the stairs.
"Dallas! That you?" she asked feigning sweetness. Dallas wrinkled his nose and thought he might have lost his lunch. Sylvia was one tuff and tough girl. She swore. She drunk. She was certainly more Dally's type then the red-headed soc Cherry Valance. For a second Dallas compared the two; in looks at least. At the time Cherry seemed much more appealing, but then again that could have just been his anger at Sylvia cheating on him talking.
"And what if it is?" he answered coldly.
"Oh, tough guy eh?" Sylvia grinned and leaned forward to give him a kiss. Dally physically pushed her back. "What'd ya do that for?" she frowned crossing her arms over her chest.
"What are you trying to pull?" Dally sneered.
"Jus' trying to give you a kiss, babe," Sylvia pouted dramatically. Dally resisted the urge to roll his eyes. She just didn't know when to quit did she?
"Don't you try and pull that bull shit on me ya two-timing broad." Dally's eyes were hard and cold as he looked down on the girl. "You thought I wouldn't find out. Trying to act like nothing happened. If you're gonna cheat on me in jail I want nothing to do with you. I may be a greasy hood, but I don't want trash like you. Have a nice night blondy." The last bit was said with emphasized spite. Dallas turned away before he could see the look on Sylvia's face. He didn't need to see it because he already had a good idea. The shocked and hurt expression he conjured up in his mind caused him to grin widely. He tried not to laugh too loudly. "Broad had it coming," he said to himself once up the stairs at last. He walked into the first room and set his two beers on a chair and pulled a pack of new cigarettes from his pocket. The room wasn't much but it was enough. There was a bed and that was all Dally needed. The other pieces of furniture Dallas could have cared less about.
He threw off his jacket and flopped ungracefully onto the bed. It creaked loudly under the sudden weight added to it. Dallas lit up a smoke as stared blankly up at the ceiling for a bit. His victorious smirk had faded slightly. He couldn't think of anymore available girls now besides the prostitute downstairs and possibly in the other rooms from what he could hear. You must really not want to get laid tonight do you? His small voice of reason chimed in bring back imaged of the Valance girl. Dallas had really hoped he'd hooked up with that one if only for one night.
"Dammit, Red," he cursed at the ceiling and it gave no response. Dallas was quite frustrated now with his fixation on Cherry Valance. What was it about this Cherry girl that was making it hard for him to forget? Was it her hair? Her eyes? Her ass? Maybe. Then again it might have just been her personality. Fiery. Yeah, that was it, though her looks certainly helped. Still not pleased with his own rationalization of the situation Dallas put out his cigarette against the wall and flicked it onto the ground. He rolled over so he was facing the gray wall that now had a small burn. On the other side he could hear the sounds of what he had planned on getting that night. "Women," he scoffed clenching his eyes closed and trying to tune out the noise, "Who needs 'em anyway?"