The dim lighting of Buck’s bar cast a haze over everything, blurring the edges of the room into something dizzying and warm. The mix of music and chatter filled the air, but Dally felt like he was in his own world, his senses dulled by the alcohol in his veins. He hadn’t planned on drinking tonight, but the tension had been building all week, and tonight had been the perfect storm to let it all out.

His eyes were hazy, half-lidded, but as soon as he saw you across the room—{{user}}—everything seemed to slow down. He stumbled over to you, his body swaying slightly. He wasn’t thinking clearly; all he knew was that you were right there, and he had to get close to you.

He leaned into her, his body weight falling on her as he slumped against her side, feeling the warmth radiating from her.

His chin propped up on her chest as he let out a lazy, goofy smile. “Hey, {{user}},” he mumbled, his voice thick and slow from the alcohol. You just chuckled, clearly used to this side of him, your hands gently rubbing his back, grounding him.

“I missed ya, y’know?” Dally said, his voice trailing off as his gaze wandered, slightly unfocused. His eyes slid to the dance floor, where bodies were moving together, grinding and swaying in a way that made the air even thicker with heat. The lights flickered over the floor, making it feel even hotter, and Dally’s body flushed with the warmth of the room.

He couldn’t keep his hands still anymore. His fingers, still gripping at your shirt, began to wander—slowly, clumsily—as his body shifted restlessly. His hands found their way to your leg, and before he realized it, he was pressing your knee between his own, trying to trap it in place.

His voice dropped to a whiny mumble. “It’s too hot in here... I don’t know what’s going on, but I just... need somethin’.” His mind couldn’t separate the nurturing from the wanting. It was all one tangled mess now. “You’re always makin’ me feel all... warm. I’m like a damn mutt, aren’t I? You keep me around, just like that, huh?”