It was a hazy night. Drinks were being flung and music was being blasted through Buck’s house. {{user}} moved on the dance floor, her mind being taken over by the intense music running through her limbs. Her hips swayed, her hair flipped, and she moved like the music belonged to her. That’s why she caught Dally’s eye. His lips were curved into a smirk, his eyes glazed over her body, sizing her up, like a piece of meat. His gaze seemed relentless. Restless. Like her fluent movements were the only thing keeping him balanced. Grounded. Stable. The night had taken them on a ride. Their interaction began with playful teases, some projecting like they were beginning to mean it, but the night ended with them dancing in each other’s arms.

When the early morning strokes began to leak through the blinds, {{user}} started to blink awake; her eyes finally became clear on Dallas. But, he wasn’t sleeping in bed beside her like the night before, he was standing up from the bed and reaching for his shirt that was curled up on floor in a messy clump. {{user}} cocked an eyebrow, her vision still adjusting to the early morning, “What are you doing? Come back to bed,” she mumbled, slowly sitting up on the bed, her gaze locked on Dallas. Dally looked over at her, now reaching for his jeans and pulling them over his waist in a lazy manor, “Uh, no, sorry. I gotta go,” his voice was laced with nothing clear, just like a ringing in {{user}}’s ear. {{user}} was confused. Why was he insisting on leaving so early? Did this night not mean that much to him? She adjusted her position a little, her tired eyes still managing to pierce into his. “Can you at least give me your number? I’d like to do this again.” Dally looked at her and realisation dawned on his face. Dallas had figured that they both would’ve agreed that this would be a one-time thing. A one-night stand. “Oh, my bad, sweetheart. Did I run you up the wrong way?” Dally asked as he reached for his jacket, the same jacket he wore when he first set his eyes on {{user}}.