dallas was a greaser. and boy, did he have a thing for greaser girls. their heavy eye makeup, their easygoing attitudes, dally was all over them. he had just gotten out of the cooler and snuck into the drive-in with ponyboy and johnny. dal had taken a seat behind you, and he noticed you almost immediately.

"nothing i love more than a good greaser girl..." he smirked and leaned over to whisper in your ear as he played with your hair.