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-Stay Gold!
Fly Back to Me.
J. H. M. Lancell
Earlier that day. . . .
"So I say: man, screw shower sex. I wanna have sex in a fridge so I can do the frick-frack while eatin' a snick-snack." There was a roar of laughter at the large poker table as Dallas finished the joke he ripped off of Two-bit. He was given the chance while then men around him were laughing to peak at their cards and slipped out his cards for another deck he had hidden in his sock. It was when the laughter died down that Dallas called for their hands and seeing he was "winning" Dallas showed off his Royal Flush.
"Pay up." He chimed as the table members hauled out the cash.
Dallas smirked, counting the hundreds of dollars he "earned."
"Seems like you could use that money for a pair of tires." Came a harsh voice. Turning around, the blonde met with the cold glare of Tim Shepard. He was well built and didn't have a blade on him, wanting a fair fight.
"Oh, really? Well. It's a shame knowing I won't buy a pair, seeing I don't have a car." Dallas smirked, shrugging his shoulders. He knew what Tim was applying. Earlier he had slashed the man's tires, although he'll never confess to it.
"I know you slashed my god-damn tires!"
Dallas stood up, placing the wad of cash in his pocket.
"Oh, yeah? Prove it." He spat.
Tim cracked his knuckles.
X x X
"What's wrong?" Steve asked, looking up from the mop and soapy water. He was cleaning the floors inside when Sodapop walked through with dusty shoes and pants.
"Asshole, drove off too fast on the gravel outside." Sodapop wasn't normally upset about these kind of things, but these were his only clean pants at the moment.
"Aw, screw him. You'll probably never see him again." Steve flicked his wrist, waving off Soda.
X x X
After the little "confrontation" with Tim, which he won by the way, Dallas was cursing himself, wiping the blood off his knuckles.
"Rat-bastard." Dallas growled. Dallas was debating on letting a team of Rottweilers into Tim's house while he was sleeping, or if he should set his car on fire the next time he saw him. No one beats Dallas Winston at a fight. No one.
Tim had taken his money, all but a dollar. Dallas began walking up the a small gas station for something to drink before he headed over to Darry's place for dinner. He figured he'd steal a pack of smokes while the guy wasn't looking. Dallas entered the cool store and was greeted by someone he recognized.
"Oh, hello." It was blondie. The one who ran into Johnny the other night. Dallas never forgot those who hurt Johnny. He gave a small glare to the blonde, making the boy a little nervous, wondering if he were going to be robbed. "C-Can I help you?"
Dallas nodded to the far end of the counter where the Pepsis were at. Sodapop nodded and rushed to grab one. Dallas waited until the blonde's back was turned and he reached over to help himself to two packs of smokes, stuffing them into his pocket. Sodapop came back with a cold Pepsi, handing it to Dallas.
"That'll be fifty-cents." Sodapop smiled kindly.
Dallas handed him the dollar and was given his change and left. Dallas went to sip his soda before he was called out.
"I saw that!"
Dallas turned seeing another worker, he had grease on the front of his shirt and a wrench in his hand. He wasn't the best looking guy, but he was built pretty nice.
"See what?" Dallas narrowed his icy-blue eyes.
"Give back those smokes! My buddy won't have his ass fired just because you wanted to use a five-finger-discount. Hand them over."
Dallas smirked. He was Dallas Winston. He could have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, however he wanted it. And no one was going to tell him otherwise. Dallas knew he could take this guy, but with his hand all messed up from the fight he had earlier with Shepard, he'd be weak at punches. It was smarter to walk away this one time.
"Piss off." Dallas muttered, walking away. He finished his Pepsi and threw it at the building, liking the sight of seeing the glass shatter all over the sidewalk.
"Aw, I just cleaned this!" came a reply from the co-worker.
Dallas snickered, lighting up a cigarette. While he returned to Darry's he couldn't help but think about the blonde back at The DX. He did look a lot like that Ponyboy kid he met not too long ago; the one Darry was convinced was his long-lost kid-brother. How many brothers did Darry have again?
X x X
Present time. . . .
"So, tell me about him." Darry spoke, sitting at the table with Dallas. "What did he look like? Where was he? Does he look to be in good health?"
"Easy Darryl, didn't know you were a damn mother-hen. Chill." Dallas held up his harms, sarcastically pledging for defeat. "I don't know if it's him. He's got blonde hair. About a few inches taller than the kid and he just sort of looks like him."
Darry bit his lip. "Where was he?"
"This dinky gas station. The DX."
Darry slammed his head on the table, slightly startling Dallas. ". . . So, I guess I shouldn't have said that?" The blonde muttered.
The DX? The same, Goddamn DX I was at earlier?!
Darry slowly raised his head to give a look at the hood in which the said hood snarled. "Don't blame me you can't find your own kin." And Darry didn't blame him. Darry focused on the relief of it all. He had one brother under his roof and possibly another one not too far away from him. All he had to do was meet him again.
Dallas left with Two-bit, both of them headed to find something to do besides watch TV with Ponyboy and Johnny, who both fell asleep to the last TV movie on for the night. Darry slowly approached the TV, turning it off and stayed for a minute to admire the sweet scene of the boys sleeping together. Ponyboy's head on Johnny's shoulder while Johnny's head tilted on Ponyboy's.
Darry covered them with a blanket before leaving for his own room.
And his own nightmares.
X x X
Sodapop looked at the night sky. He wasn't much of a dreamer, but he had his own thoughts he liked to be alone with sometimes.
And lately, that kid, Curtis, has been in them a lot.
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