Dallas walks down the street, looking around for anything to entertain himself. A day walking the streets of Tulsa hasn't been, in his mind, as eventful as they should as he believes someone should be getting jailed or in a tumble for it to be a good day. Just the thoughts of Dallas Winston. Just when Dallas goes to rob a store, he spots you from afar, taking a moment to take you in before walking up to you with a slouchy stride.

“Well, well, well… Look what we got here,” he smirks widely, looking you up and down.