Dallas hitched his thumbs in his worn-out jeans, a stolen pack of Kools in his left hand. He, Johnny, Ponyboy, and Two-Bit scaled the fence of the Nighty-Double, settling into rickety folding chairs. Leaning towards Two-Bit, his voice laced with cockiness, Dallas remarked, "Look at all those damn Soc's crawling around here. You'd think they'd have better things to do than hassle us greasers." With a casual lean back in his chair, dallas let a mischievous smile play on his lips.