everyone knew everyone in tulsa. rarely was there ever someone new that had moved there, especially in the parts where dallas winston had lived. he didn't have much, and he wasn't rich like the socs, so he was forced to live on east side. he was what was known as a greaser, always getting into trouble or getting locked up. it wasn't often that dallas saw someone he didn't know, since he was always out looking for trouble with his friends. then, one day, he saw someone unfamiliar to him. someone who's name he couldn't put a finger on. it was a girl, and she didn't look like a soc.. but she also didn't look like a greaser. with his curiosity piqued, he thought he might as well talk to her. he took a deep breath, lighting a cigarette as he does so, and walks over to her with a long stride. he stands beside her and takes his cigarette out of his mouth, blowing the smoke out. he watches the wisps of smoke curl in the air before he glanced at her. "hey," he greets with a small smirk, his eyes still full of curiosity. "you new, doll?"