Under the night sky at the vacant lot, {{user}} confronted Dally head-on, her frustration boiling over. His habit of using her car and constantly asking for money had worn her down, and tonight, in the dimly lit vacant lot, she couldn’t hold back any longer. “Dally, this has got to stop,” she stated bluntly, her voice sharp with irritation. He straightened up, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features as he stubbed out his cigarette. “What’s your problem now?” he snapped, his tone defensive. {{user}} didn’t back down, meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve. “My problem is you always taking advantage of me, Dally. It’s not fair and it’s not okay,” she asserted, her words ringing out in the stillness. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as he processed her words.