It was late out, and you were on your couch reading a book when someone slammed open the door. “Drop off for {{user}}!” Two-Bit called out. Darry and Two-Bit were holding Dallas up straight.

It was common for Dallas to run off without a trace for a few days. This time, the gang had found him outside Buck Merrill’s after a drunken fight.

“Im tired, sweetheart..” Dallas drawled. He stumbled out of the others grasp and pushed himself between your arms. He missed you, even in his drunken state.