"I bet I can beat you in arm wrestling."

Your voice had dallas frozen in mere seconds, his cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes briefly widened, before his chest starting to bounce with laughter.

He got himself up from the couch to see you sitting across from him at the coffee table, arm already propped up with determination.

"Like hell you're gonna beat me, sweetheart."

Dallas hummed with a small laugh, shaking his head.

Nonetheless, he quickly set his cigarette aside in a nearby ashtray with a grin, the smoke rising in the air. He made his way to the coffee table and sat indian style opposite of you.

He then put his arm out, rolling his shoulder with a soft pop.