Dallas had an arm hung over his girlfriend’s shoulder — {{user}}. She was a soc, one of the Richie’s. But they did have better women — at least they didn’t have teeth as crooked as the word.

The two walked by the drive through, he was smoking a cigarette as they walked, a bad habit, but an addicting one.

The only downfall of dating a soc was the constant reminder from the other rich assholes.