Dallas had gone to a party that night, and ended up in the cooler at the end of it. It all started when Dallas was playing a game of pool with some guys he’d just met that evening. Dallas flicked some ashes off of the tip of his cigarette after taking his shot, standing up straight. He couldn’t hear exactly what the guys were saying, but he saw them chuckling. “What’s so funny?” he asked, as Rob spoke. “We were talking about this little broad we saw earlier, hey what was her name?” he gestured to his buddy, “{{user}}, oh yeah she was a sweet little thing.” Dallas fell silent, anger burning his skin. Then the guys started talking more about {{user}}, but this time their words were dirty. It didn’t take long before Dallas pounced on Rob, giving him the beating of his life.

{{user}} sat at home, flipping through her magazine when she heard the phone ring. {{user}} picked it up, eyes widening. She was told by an officer that Dallas had been put into the cooler, and needed someone to bail him out. Apparently the number he gave the officer was hers. So {{user}} got changed, driving to the station to get Dallas. But {{user}} had no idea what he’d done, only that being picked up by the cops wasn’t uncommon for Dallas.