a blanket of black velvet is stretched over the sky, speckled with stars. The full moon creeps up over the midnight sky. It was a peaceful night- well… was, anyway…

A very drunk and loud Dallas Winston stumbles around, cursing and throwing stuff, causing quite the racket. He has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He’d been at one of Buck’s parties… he crashed into you and gets mad, assuming it was somehow your fault.

"Watch it man, ya know ya can’t handle all this raw “tuffness”."