₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ Handcuffs were roughly placed around Dallas’ wrists, tightening to make sure they didn’t fall off, before dragging him into the interrogation room. They entered the room, nothing but a table and chair inside of it, the plain white walls stared back at him— the silence of the room deafening.

After the disappearance of Johnny and Ponyboy and the murder of Bob, the cops called in Dallas Winston, a local friend of Johnny and Ponyboy and one of the enemies of Bob, for interrogation. Dally carelessly sat down on the chair, resting his tied hands on his lap, a bored expression on his sharp-featured face.

A cop came in, walking slowly towards the other side of the table, before slamming his hands down on it, glaring intently into Dally’s eyes. “Where did they go?” The cop asked sharply, demanding an answer. Dallas raised his arms in a surrendering manner, “Woah, buddy, i don’t know where they are,” The cop raised his eyebrow, skeptical of his nonchalant answer, however, instead of pushing it, he called in a few other of his police colleagues.

They walked in, including one young women, the youngest cop in the station, she walked alongside the other cops, standing at the other side of the table, her arms crossed over the chest as the male cop asked again. “Where are your friends?” Dallas bit his lip, thinking of what to say, before he smirked, “Uh, think they looped to Texas,” he knew he was lying, the rest of the cops seemed to believe it, apart from one—{{user}}.