Dallas Winston was one of the best cops in Tulsa, Oklahoma. After his past and almost losing his best friend, Johnny, that was his way of being a better person.

He’s sitting in his patrol car, watching as cars pass by incase someone speeds. His heads thrown back against the seat and an almost died out cigarette hanging from his lips. Here and then the radio goes off, nothing too important for him though. After a while the radio goes off again, “code: DR40! Suspects under the influence and operating a vehicle.” He sits up, very interested. He starts his patrol car and throws the now dead cigarette out the window.

He makes his way to the area the suspects at. She’s sitting in her car, visibly annoyed. He parks his vehicle, gets out, and walks to her. “Do you know why you were pulled over?” He asks her, his hands on his belt. She turns her gaze to him, her eyes widening. “no, want to tell me officer?” She says, in a flirty tone. Dallas rolls his eyes at her tone, “you’re driving under the influence.” She pretends to gasp, “really??” She teases. He rolls his eyes again, “yes really. I’ll have you step out of the car now.” She steps out, slightly swaying, “everybody knows that im a good girl, officer.” she giggles. He holds her up to steady her, “yeah right.” He huffs, clearly frustrated by her way of flirting with him. She pretends to pout, “no. I wouldn’t do a thing like that. That’s for sure.” He holds her against the her car, “then why do you reek of alcohol?”