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11. 24 Hours

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She slammed the phone down viciously.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow!

That meant he was already on his way down.

That he knew she would see things his way. One way or another.

She looked at the clock and almost lost it.

She was leaving tomorrow and her good for nothing cousin was no where to be found.

She scowled and looked down at the floor. There was a piece of paper sitting there neatly folded with her name written on it.

She picked it up forgetting how angry she was.

She scanned the words quickly before she crumpled it up in her fist.

Her boneheaded cousin had gone to a party.

Not any party either, one at Buck Meril's.

As if she didn't have enough to deal with before now she had the pleasurable task of tracking down Dal and dragging him away from one of the biggest parties of the year.

She stood up and tossed the balled up paper over her shoulder.

This was going to be fun.

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So everything was going according to plan, they knew a little more about Sam.

As far as Dallas was concerned she was the biggest obstacle.

Two-Bit could fall for anything with two legs, granted those were some nice legs.

But Sam was just a bit harder to persuade.

Dallas sighed just thinking about it.

Aren't all women a little harder to persuade then men when it calls to the laws of attractions?

From what Pony had found out she seemed cynical when it came to love.

"Dal did you…?"

"Yes, but she shouldn't read it for a bit, we got time."

There was a loud knock from the front door, and Pony spun around looking slightly scared. He mouthed Sam.

Dallas ducked into the kitchen just as she busted down that door with some fury behind her.

"Take me to Buck's house NOW."

Before Pony could even pretend to not know what she was talking about Sam had dragged him halfway down the street toward the DX.

Dallas had to admit she was smarter than he gave her credit for.

Walking to Buck's would take a good forty minutes, but if she got a ride maybe twenty.

Too bad for her that just as she got there fifty or so people would be there ready and willing to say that Dallas Winston was, had been nowhere near that house in a year.

Now just as long as Soda and Steve hadn't lied to him about Two-bit and the party, nothing would go wrong.

Dallas smirked. And if it did go wrong there was almost no way it could be traced back to him.

If Two-Bit and Sam weren't head over heels for each other by the end of the night, then he really didn't understand women.