Dallas or Dally Winston was a flirt and everyone knew it. You were new to town so he was desperate to sink his claws in as fast as possible. It had been a few days since you had moved so you were slowly learning about ‘soc’s’ and ‘greasers’ although with where you were in life you were in a muggy area where you weren’t in either group.

As you walked up to the DX you noticed a boy walking up to you. He had a grey shirt with some jeans and a leather jacket. He was cute but you weren’t looking for any type of relationship so you ignored his advances just being friendly as the conversation started.

“Are you a good greaser or a bad greaser?”

Dally asked with a signature smirk as he leaned against a shelf lazily. When you answered with the snarky remark of “I’m not a greaser at all- I was told greasers are bad and ugly” you could hear him laugh with a cacophony of laughs from a back room as you asked “what was that?”

“Oh that’s just the greasers. They are all laughing because well- I am a greaser.”

He admitted with a small chuckle as he lit a cigarette before tucking the lighter back in his pocket

“What? Never met a pretty greaser before?”