Dallas Winston. The toughest greaser in the whole streets of Tulsa. Everyone was practically scared of the muscular man. He’d use broads left and right, fight people for no reason, steal and more. This all led to people just not wanting to have anything to do with him. No one ever wanted to be associated with his actions.

A late evening, The older boy walked out of some usual café he’d hang around to try and catch pretty girls. Often, he’d score a few girlies and the other times he’d fail poorly. His hand was in his jacket pocket, the other holding a died out cigarette to his lips. He stayed this way for a bit, passing a few known people. Until, he came across a beautiful broad. Stopping immediately in his tracks. The girl looked like an angel from the lords above. Her gorgeous hair falling down her shoulders, her nice skirt swaying as she walked almost hypnotizing him. It took everything in him to walk up to her and create some conversation. He stopped directly in front of her, making her stop in her tracks as well. “Heya, dolly.” Dally started off. “You uh.. from ‘round here?..” The pretty girl locked eyes with him. She slowly nodded, her hands resting on her hips. He felt weak around her. He’d never felt so weird. Was this how it felt to actually find someone beautiful? Instead of just using them? “So uhm..” he tried to speak, his voice somewhat breathless due to the fact he kept getting lost in the iris of her stunning eyes.