The next morning officer Jenns was checking up on Dally. "Are you ready to talk now?" she asked curtly, looking at Dallas through the cell bars.
"Can I get some water, hun? This food they gave me is stuck in my throat."She gave him a once over. He started choking. She rolled her eyes, but went and got him a glass of water. "Thanks hun," Dally said taking a gulp.
"I would prefer if you address me as officer Jenns." She said furrowing her eyebrows. Dally was amused. "Sure officer Jenns, hun" he said loudly and saluted her as if he was in the army. She gave him a really annoyed look.
"Ok, ok sorry," he said making a face like he was sorry, and clearly getting a kick out of this. "So," she repeated "are you ready to tell me what happened yesterday?" She was clearly upset that he was making her job difficult. He noted again how cute she was. She wore her honey brown hair down and her green eyes were shining with anger. Dally caught himself staring.
"Is something wrong?" she asked confused.
"Wrong? No, nothing's wrong," he laughed. "Have anyone told you that you look good when you are mad?" He asked winking at her. She looked at him blushing. He laughed at her embarrassment.
"Ok I'll tellya what happened on one condition." He smirked again. She didn't say anything so he continued, "you have to give me your phone number." She blushed again and clearly didn't know what to say. Then she just turned around and locked the cell. "Let me know when you are ready to talk." She said, her high-heeled shoes clicking as she was walking away.
"Ok, ok I'll talk." Dally called after her grasping the bars and looking through them. She unlocked the cell again, and led him to the same dark room.
He took a seat behind the desk, "This damn light again." he squinted.
"Now what happened that led to the assault?" she asked, her hands on her hips standing in front of him, not taking a seat.
"Look hun it's like this - I'm jockeying for this guy named Buck, and there are other jockeys there. They told me the race was fixed and I should lose on purpose. I didn't and I won, so the one that was 'posed to win decided to give me a little working over for it. The other guy pulled a blade so I pulled mine too. I wasn't gonna use it though I ain't that stupid." He swallowed hard as he finished his story. "So see it ain't my fault," he added, squinting again from the light.
She wrote something in her notepad. "Are there witnesses to back up your story?" she asked carefully, looking up at him.
"Sure just call some of the other jockeys. Don't know if they are gonna talk though." He leaned back in his chair.
"I need their names a phone numbers." she said all business like.
"I got their names, but you are gonna have to look for the numbers on your own." He grinned.
She glared at him, "Fine, now you got to get back to the cell until I get the story from the witnesses." Dally got up from his seat. "So how 'bout that phone number hun?"He said casually, walking lazily behind her.
She didn't even turn around, but said, "Do you like not having your hands handcuffed?"
"Sure." Dally said not knowing where she was going with that.
"You call me hun one more time and you'll be handcuffed for the rest of your time here."
"Oh, don't be mad," he offered, chuckling, "by the way what's your name?"
"To you I'm officer Jenns." She replied dryly.
"I know that, but that's so impersonal what's your first name?"
"That's none of your business." she said leading him out of the room.
"Is it Lisa? Joanna? Oh c'mon tell me. I'm dying to know." He laughed. Suddenly she turned around, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "It's Michelle if you must know, but it's none of your business."
"Michelle Jenns," Dally smiled, "hm, has a nice ring to it." With that he entered the cell, and she locked it.
Dally was bored to death sitting in that cell. He was starting to dose off when Michelle unlocked the cell. "We talked to the witnesses, you can go now."
"I can go?" He asked in disbelief.
"That's what I said." He exited the cell. "So how 'bout that phone number?" he said to Michelle, running his fingers through his hair. She blushed a little again, but smiled and said "In your dreams."
"Oh, playing hard to get I like that." he said, taking a cigarette out. She ignored him and left the room.
"Now I have to walk all the way back." Dally complained, lighting up and wishing he had Buck's car.
It was evening, and Dally went directly to Buck's to get a drink and relax. He was sitting by the bar sipping his drink when the image of Michelle popped into his mind. She really was a looker. And she seemed just the right combination of tough and soft. He remembered how she was blushing and smiled, but she was pretty feisty. She was handling him just fine. He thought he'd go down to the station and ask her for her number again, but a cop? He stopped himself. Did he really want to date a cop? Finally Dally decided that he wanted to date her and Dally always got what he wanted.