Outside Buck’s bar, under the flickering neon lights and the distant hum of the street, {{user}} confronted Dally about the swirling rumor of him kissing Sherri. Her voice was firm and unwavering, eyes narrowed in frustration as she laid out her accusations. Dally, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed defensively, scoffed at the accusation. “You really believe that garbage?” he retorted, his voice edged with disbelief. {{user}}‘s jaw tightened as she shot back, “I don’t know what to believe anymore, Dally. This isn’t the first time something like this has come up.”

Dally’s expression hardened further as he shook his head. “Fine, if you wanna believe in that shit, go ahead,” he muttered, pushing off the wall and turning towards Buck’s place.