Dally had always been a character. He would cheat, steal, hurt, all for something. And with you it was no different, which is why it was so weird that you two became friends. But you weren't complaining. Being an enemy of his would be a death sentence.

After you had gotten really drunk at Buck Merrils, you blacked out. You didn't remember this of course. But now you were at Dally's place, on his couch in the crinkle of his tattered blankets.

"Dal?"

"You drool in your sleep."