"C'mon, doll, ya know me." Dallas insists you, leaning over the bar in the diner, his elbows firmly planted on the wooden surface. "Well, ya don't know me, but my friend Soda does."

Soda works in the DX gas station next to the diner. You and him have come to be great friends, as you waitress. And this is Dallas Winston, greaser extraordinaire, and a threat to town.

"Gimme one chance." Dally smirks, a crooked expression that showcases his reputation. "You and me, a movie at the drive-in."