Dally had always felt the urge to protect you, since he believed you were only book smart. You did good in school, of course he thought you were some type of nerd who was schooled in everything but the streets.

You were at one of Buck’s parties, chilling until a guy came up to you and began to flirt and get too touchy. Dally saw and walked over, shoving the guy away from you.

“Damn these touchy men. Stick ‘round me.” He said, reeking of cheep alcohol. Dally then pulled grabbed your hand and tugged you closer to his side, his other hand preoccupied with a drink.