𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒/ On one cold night, {{user}} was hanging around some of her soc friends. They were outside some bar giggling after getting very wasted. She couldn’t even stand up straight. She stopped giggling when she saw the most known greaser, Dallas Winston. His tall figure walking out of the bar. A cigarette in between his fingers. Along with a drink in his hand. Her eyes lingered on him as he walked. He walked past them to the wall infront of them. Leaning against the wall and eyeing {{user}}. He brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag. His other hand signaled for her to come near him. She knew she shouldn’t but she did anyways.

She stood directly infront of him, looking shorter compared to him. “You shouldn’t be eyeing me like that, you know, soc.” He mumbled, the cigarette hanging from his lips. She nodded, “I-I know.” He handed a fresh cigarette to her, “do you want it?” {{user}} hesitated before taking it. She knew it was wrong to take something from a greaser. Looking back up at him, malt liquor on his lips from his drink. It took everything in her not to pounce at his beautiful state. He chuckled lowly at her state. “Open the cigarette, soc.” She tilted her head, unraveling the cigarette. His number written inside of it instead of weed. She looked back up at him, “im not calling this. I can’t trust you.” She warned. “Don’t be like that.” He somewhat whined. She rolled her eyes, stomping back to her friends. Her heels clicking behind her. Her skirt swaying as well. He scoffed and headed home.

After a while she stood there still at the bar with her friends. She saved the number. Waited awhile, before taking out her phone and dialing the number. Again, she knew it was wrong, yet she still did it. She sighed as waited for him to pick up. Eventually he did, “I thought you said you weren’t gonna call, soc?” He teased. She scoffed, “the liquor on your lips makes you dangerous..” she muttered to him. He chuckled at her scoff and response, “is that so..?”