Screw You - Dallas Winston x female!OC **COMPLETE**

Party Time

TW: Makes references to sexual assault and rape as well as strong language. This chapter contains graphic sexual violence; if you have experienced trauma or have a history of mental illness that includes these triggers, please skip this section.

It was around seven a.m. when Cynthia woke up. She let Dallas be, still embarrassed about what he told her last night.

Cynthia dug through her clothes quietly, looking for an outfit for the day. She eventually decided on a long-sleeve v-neck, a white leather skirt, black pantyhose, and knee-high black leather boots. She also but on the french buret, her grandfather bought her.  He had bought it before he died during World War II. He gave it to Cynthia's mother who then gave it to her on Cynthia's sixteenth birthday. Cynthia is twenty now.

Once she got changed, she put on a brief amount of makeup and slightly styled her hair. 

Cynthia pulled on her boots and made her way down to her favourite coffee shop in time-square. Ground It 'Till You Pound It. 

She knew the owner of the coffee shop and they came up with the name together while drunk and fooling around one night.

"Heyyyyy Davidaaa!"

"Helleooooooooooo Cynthiaaaaa!" David said as his bloodshot eyes rolled into the back of his head. It was obvious that he wasn't sober.

"David, are you doing drugs again?" Cynthia said with an eye roll because it took him years to finally become sober and he just threw it all away.

"Cyn, I don't want to talk about it." He said walking around behind the counter, starting to make Cynthia a drink. She knew something was off with him because of the way his expression changed when she mentioned it.

"You know," Cynthia started. This was very emotional for her because she and David have been through many things together. "You can talk to me, we've been friends for years... if there is anything going on you don't have to but you can come to talk to me."

All of a sudden David burst into tears "Oh honey, what's wrong?" Cynthia walks over to hug him.

"He-he-he broke up with me," David could hardly get out.

"What? Who Michael?" Cynthia was confused that he would say something like that because the last time she saw David and Michael together they were so happy. They were the kind of couple you would see and be jealous of because they were so happy.

Cynthia remembered how jealous she was because right before she last saw them her cheating ex-boyfriend Jeffery just broke up with her. Throughout their entire relationship he was cheating on her with some bitch named Deborah, who was like 30 years older than him.

All Cynthia could remember was crying to herself to sleep every night wondering what she did wrong and how she could have fixed herself to be better for him. She couldn't help but be jealous because the way they looked at each other was magical.

"Shhhh, shh, baby don't cry. What happened?"

"He-he-he s-said I wasn't good enough for him and in the middle of the night he just left and-and I never saw him again," David said, crying into her arms.

"And what sucked to most is no one could know about it so I had to stay emotionless and you don't know how hard it is to not be able to say anything."

He was right. Since it was the 1960s, being gay or anything else was not normalized so most people who are gay couldn't really tell anyone. Even homosexual sex was illegal in England and Wales so it made it hard for people to be their true selves. They would have to use a language called Polari. It was built on slang terms derived from various sources, including rhyming slang and backslang (spelling words backwards). Cynthia didn't know much about the language because she didn't have to speak Polari, all she knew was that a lot of gay men in England would speak it because it was illegal to be gay.