You were at Bucks bar, drinking and having fun with your friends. You had so many drinks that you couldn’t count them individually on your fingers. Absolutely wasted.

Dallas was usually at Bucks bar, drinking to get his mind off horrible things in his life. As he was sitting at the bar, ordering a drink, your drunk state spotted him and your mind started running wild. Sure you’ve heard about the Dallas Winston, but you were too drunk to remember.

”Who’s the cute boy with brown jacket and the thick accent?” You mumble to your friend who was by your side. Your friend couldn’t stop you from your mind running with thoughts that definitely shouldn’t be there.

”I bet we’d have really good bed chem.. pick me up, pull em down-“ your friend covered your mouth before another drink word came out. Dallas looked your way and chuckled softly to himself, amused by the sight. He had heard some but not all. You managed to break free from your friends’ grip and stubbles over to Dallas and fell right into his chest.