The Outsiders Imagines, Preferences and One Shots

Dally Imagine

A/N: Requested by Tobleedgrease! Hope you like it! 😊

Imagine:

"You ready, Beka? My best friend asks me. I nod, looking down at my outfit. I'm wearing jean shorts, a black tank-top and converse. Do I look ok? Is anyone important going to be there?

Smoothing down my hair I say, "Yeah," and she holds the door open for me.

"Wow... So this is what all the rage is about," She whispers. We stand in the doorway, taking it all in. Buck Merril's parties... They're loud and dark and smell like cigars and beer. Over the sound of the music and other people screaming I can barely hear Dallas Winston when he comes up to me.

"Hey baby. Wanna dance?" I raise an eyebrow at him. Really? We just met. He doesn't even want to know my name?

"Not interested," You tell him. He fake sighs.

"Too bad, you're gonna be missing all of this." He motions to himself. I laugh, and he gets the hint, walking away.

"Beka, I can't believe you did that!" (Your best friends name) says.

"What?" I ask her. She just stares at me like it's the most obvious thing in the world so I ask her, "Is this about saying no to Dallas?" She nods.

"Of course it is! He's like the hottest guy in the history of Greasers and you just turned him down!" She exclaims. I laugh.

"Oh come on! There's gotta be cuter guys than him somewhere," I say. She looks at me, and I know exactly what she's thinking. Are there any other Greaser guys out there that are that hot AND interested in me? I might have just lost a chance, but there'll be other guys, right? Ones that don't say they like you just because they want to sleep with me, probably what he was doing?

"Well, have fun, Beka. I see a pretty cute one right over there," She says, pointing to a familiar looking guy, 16 or 17, with movie star handsome looks. I think he works at the DX station across town, Sodapop maybe?

I walk over to the bar to order myself a drink. As soon as I do, I see a familiar face sitting next to me. Dallas Winston.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asks me, smiling. His smile is pretty cute, and damn, he is hot. What if he really does like me? I wonder...

"Nah, I have money. Thanks, though," I say, giving him a charming smile, almost like he gave me. Why not play hard to get?

"Well um... I could get it for you... You could save your money," He says.

"No thanks, I'm good," Is my response, trying to seem uninterested.

"Playing hard to get, huh?" Dallas asks me, seeing right through my game. Before I can answer, the bartender comes up to us.

"Dally, just let the lady buy her drink. She's obviously not interested. And we both know very well that when you offer, I never get my money." He laughs after that.

Dallas, blushing, obviously embarrassed, shoves his hands in his pockets and walks away mumbling something like, "Damn it... Why the hell did you have to do that, Buck? She likes me!"

Then the bartender looks at me again. "So what'll it be?" He asks. I order a beer, and he hands it to me. I pay him and walk away, taking my cup with me. I wonder if where's anyone good here. Maybe I'll find someone fun to hang out with.

Suddenly a Soc comes up to me. "Hey, beautiful," He says slowly, his voice slurring with every syllable. He's drunk as a skunk. (That's such a stupid saying I couldn't think of anything better though omg 😂).

"Not interested," I say, backing away. Socs usually don't interact with Greasers too often, unless they're drunk or going to jump us.

"What are you talkin' 'bout, gorgeous?" He asks. The smell of alcohol on his breath gags me, he's obviously had way too much.

"C'mon, baby, let's kiss," He slurs again. I back away slowly, but he tackles me against a wall. Freezing in fear, I drop my glass of beer. It breaks all over the floor.

"Look what you did, baby. You spilled beer all over my shoe!" He exclaims, raising his hand up. That's when I realize: he's going to slap me. I scream.

"Be quiet," He says. Before I can even take a breath, he's on the ground, moaning. I look down, and there's Dallas Winston, sitting on top of the drunk guy, punching him in the face repeatedly. After a minute he gets up and walks up to me.

"Are you ok?" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Y-yeah. Thanks, Dallas," I say, smiling. He saved me. Dallas Winston saved me. He has a reputation here in Tulsa, and it sure as hell isn't for saying girls from drunk Socs.

"Call me Dally. And no problem, doll. Hey, I never caught your name," He says. Suddenly, I feel the urge to kiss him. He's so handsome...

"I'm Beka," I tell him. Dally looks me in the eye.

"Beka... A beautiful name for a beautiful girl...," He says. I blush.

"So Dally, about that drink. You still wanna buy me one?" I ask him.

"If you're done with that hard to get crap, I'd love to," He says taking my hand and leading me towards the bar.

A/N: That wasn't much of an ending... oops. So what did you think? Let me know!