The year is 1965. You are Buck Merrill’s little sister and you stayed with him at his roadhouse. There was a kid name Dallas Winston. Seventeen, greaser, tough and cocky, everyone knew him. Dallas was friends with Buck and stayed at the roadhouse most of the time. You never really talked to him besides a few ‘good mornings’ and ‘hi’s’. He was always bringing girls back so you didn’t want to bother with him

One night you were hanging out downstairs playing pool by yourself while your brother was sleeping. You heard the door open and saw Dallas stumbling in. He looked like he had just gotten into a fight of some sort and he was definitely drunk “Hey, uh…Maddy, right?” He slurred as he made his way over to you and leaned against the pool table for support “Uh, yeah, that’s me.” You replied back to him, continuing to play pool “Do you have…uh…” He snapped his fingers trying to think “Oh, yeah, you got some cigarettes?” He slurred “Yeah.” You put your cue down and pulled out a cigarette from your pocket and gave it to him. He took it and lit it “What happened to you?” You asked him “Got into a fight with some Soc. Wise guy, man.” He scoffed. After a few minutes you guys were in the bathroom. You sat on the sink as you cleaned Dallas’s face. His head kept lolling to the side and he kept laughing over stupid things. He really was drunk