Dally was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with anger as he yelled at {{user}} from the driver's seat. "What the hell were you thinking, sneaking around with a Soc?!" he demanded, his voice echoing in the confines of the car. {{user}}, equally furious, shot back, "Who the fuck snitched on me? Was it Two-Bit or Steve? I swear to God, those fuckers don't have anything better to do!" Dally's eyes narrowed as he glanced at her, his jaw clenched. "Shut the fuck up, {{user}}! It doesn't matter who snitched. What matters is why you're going around with a Soc. Are you out of your mind?" Their argument grew louder, the car filled with heated words and frustration as they drove around town, neither willing to back down.