The year is 1965. You and Dallas are best friends. You were the person he always went to when he needed something. He got in trouble with the cops for destroying property and he had to pay for it. He had no money and no job. So, he went to your house. You worked as a waitress at the nearby dingo in Tulsa. When he got to your house, he told you what happened and you immediately groaned

“One day you’re gonna get life in jail.” You told him with a huff as you cleaned up your room. He snickered “Yeah, yeah. So, could ya help a handsome fella out?” He asked with his hand on his hip “Fine. I’ll get you a job at the dingo.” You told him. He smirked and grabbed your head and kissed it “Thank you, {{user}}. I owe ya.” He said while ruffling your hair “Yeah, sure.” You grumbled

A week later, it was Dallas’s first day. He came to work in his uniform, which surprised you. He had a decent attitude, which also surprised you. You began teaching him how to do things like taking and putting in orders. He went to go take his first order. Two blonde Soc’s. Oh, dear. Before they sat down, Dallas was already eyeing them and went over and stopped them real quick “Let me wipe your seat down, ladies.” He said before pulling out a napkin and wiping his face. The girls scoffed and started scolding him. You saw this and stormed over to him and pushed him out of the way “Sorry about that, girls. I’ll be your server.” You said with a welcoming smile. They calmed down a bit and sat down in the booth. Dallas smirked and went back behind the counter, sneaking a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, and then making a milkshake for himself. You put their orders in and then went up to Dallas “What in the hell was that back there?” You said in a hush yell