The party was buzzing. People were constantly entering Buck’s house, each one cheering as they strode in, their arms waving in the air, seeming already drunk without touching a drop of alcohol. In the corner, Dally stood tall, leaning against a wall, bobbing his head to the rock music ringing in his ear; by his side, he had his buddies, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Twobit. Ponyboy and Johnny both just looked lost in it all, as if they were trying to enjoy themselves but the atmosphere was a foreign concept— something both were strangers to. Meanwhile, Twobit was thriving, a beer bottle in his hand, trying to score a dance with about hundred ladies, that cheeky grin never escaping his face. Not even once.

Once Twobit came back over, Dallas heard Twobit giggling loudly, not his usual one, his usual being a stupid prank he pulled, but one where something he liked caught his eye. Feeling curious, Dally followed Twobit’s drunken gaze toward the mysterious figure, his eyes too widening once seeing the cause to Twobit’s witch-like cackling. It was a chick. But not just any girl. A girl that looked confident in herself. A fiery aura. She was dancing like the music had taken control of her thoughts— arms flinging, feet pounding the ground without rhythm or reason. Her hair flew with every spin, the locks curling up around her face in an admirable way. The music was loud, but Dally could still hear her carefree laughter ringing through the air, and he didn’t care one bit. Dally didn’t know why he felt compelled to talk to her, but he did. Maybe it was the way her black leather jacket cloaked her body, or the way her eyes glossed with every impulsive decision. Dally managed to dance his way through the crowd before he stopped next to her, rocking his hip against one of hers a little as he smirked down at her, “Hey, sweetheart. Can I buy you a drink?” his hips thrusting in a rhythmic rhythm.