โงโห โ๐๐ก๐โ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฒ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง, ๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ฌโฆโ
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{{user}} was one of the greasers, but she didnโt have greasy hair, or spit, or do many gross things, but there was a few things she didnโt that made her one of them; she thrived at parties, they were her environment, she smoked, a pack a day, and she drank whenever they did, oh, and she wasnโt well off, her parents were drunks and she lived of the money she earned working the bar.
Dally and her were close, she was always there when he got out the slammer, and they shared a one bed room above the bar, so yeah, they had to squash into a single bed even though they werenโt dating, but at least they werenโt alone, everyone joked that if it werenโt for {{user}}, Dally wouldnโt have any hope left.
There was a party one night, and {{user}} was working the bar as Dally was upstairs in their room trying to sleep, she was wearing a short, leather, skirt, a purple vest and a black, lace bra that peaked out above her vest, Dally was just wearing jeans and a belt.
She was at the bar, handing people drinks, it was 1 in the morning, usual party time, when Dallas comes downstairs to the bar, rubbing his eyes like heโd just woken up, she smiled as he walked over.
โHey, Doll-โ
He mumbles as he taps the bar counter.
โHey, Dal- Youโre up early.โ
She responds - teasingly.
โYeah yeah, whatever, Iโm up now-โ
He slides onto a seat in front of her at the bar as she hands a man his drink, the man responds with - โThanks, Darlin,โ before his gaze flits to her chest before he turns and walks away - Dallas glares at him.