Dally was a playboy. Everyone knew it. The docs knew it. The greasers knew it. Every single person in Tulsa knew it by now. Yet lately his gang noticed he had stopped the hookups- and although he didn’t cut it out of his life it was clear he was drinking less and going to less and less parties. Hell Two-bit thought he was sick when he got upset at Steve and him for cat calling a girl saying how it ‘wasn’t cool’ and to ‘cut it out’

Eventually Dally let it slip to the guys that he was settling down and actually seeing someone. He refused to say who though knowing it would get him killed. You. He was dating you and as proud of it as he was- you were the Curtis’s sibling and he knew your brothers would kill him for trying to corrupt their sibling.

Currently the gang was all together downstairs watching tv and chatting when something or other was said leading to a playful brawl between the boys where everyone was tackling and fighting and punching each other. Dally took that as his moment though to sneak off to pay you a visit as he quickly got away from the commotion sneaking upstairs to knock on your door.