The Outsiders: Tally

Green Eyes

Tim and Dallas go to a party at Buck's and the blond finds himself becoming jealous when an old friend of Tim's stops by.

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    It was Friday night; the perfect time to go out and party. Buck usually has a party every night, but Friday nights would always hit different for Tim and Dallas. That's when most people come to relax from a hard week; keep their mind off of their underlying problems and just dance like there's no tomorrow. Dallas wasn't much of a dancer; he is more of an observer. He likes to sit back and watch everyone else embarrass themselves.

    So, in short, Dallas wasn't too fond of the idea of staying at Buck's bar and watching and listening to drunk people make fools of themselves. However, it wouldn't be so bad if Tim was by his side.

    The blond walked to Tim's house, sniffling as the cold, winter air blew right through him. Once he arrived at Tim's house, he banged on the door. It was too cold to wait outside for his boyfriend. He expected Curly to open the door and curse at him, but was pleasantly surprised by Tim's presence. The older boy was wearing a slick leather jacket with tight jeans, his favorite Elvis shirt tucked into them.

    "Well, well, well. You look nice. You got a date tonight?" the blond said, looking his boyfriend up and down.

    "You know it. Got myself a real catch. Blond, skinny, hot, has a cute little blushing face--"

    "Yeah, yeah. I get it," Dallas scoffed, consciously touching his warm cheeks.

    "Luckily, one of my old buddies gave me his old car. So, we don't have to walk," Tim said, flashing his new keys as the couple walked down the stairs.

    "Hmm. Aren't you the gentleman?" Dallas said.

    "I try."

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    Outside was already packed. Many people were hanging outside of Buck's place, possibly taking a breather from the insanely packed building. Tim parked in front of Buck's place before noticing Dallas' bothered expression.

    "We can always do something else," Tim offered.

    "Nah, nah. We can go. I'm in the mood for some beers anyway," Dallas said, exiting the car.

    The couple knocked on the door, revealing a drunk Buck Merrill.

    "Ayy! Dal and Tim! Here to party, you two?" Buck slurred.

    "Sure, Buck," Tim said, squeezing past the older man with Dallas trailing behind.

    The couple weaved through large groups of people and stopped at the bar. Tim ordered a couple of beers for the two of them while Dallas scanned the room. As usual, wasted people occupied the make-shift dance floor, sloppily grinding against each other or performing discombobulated dance moves. Then, a man caught the blond's eyes. A towering, sturdy-looking man kept glancing the blond's way, sipping at his drink. However, he wasn't looking at Dallas. He was looking right next to him. He was looking at Tim.

    "Here you go, Dal," Tim said, handing him a beer.

    "Thanks," Dallas said hesitantly, his attention still on the mysterious man, "Hey. Do you know that guy?"

    "Hmm?" Tim said, looking in Dallas' direction. The older man then noticed him, and to the blond's shock, a smile spread across the older man's face.

    "Holy shit! It's Freddie!" Tim exclaimed, placing his beer down.

    Dallas' eyebrows shot up.