The Outsider's Imagines

strip poker - d.c.

It was Dally's idea to play strip poker. I mean, who else would it be? Maybe Steve, actually. Whether that was because he needed an ego boost from beating everyone at poker (which didn't happen) or if he wanted to see everyone naked was unclear. The game had actually been going on for a while now since there was no Darry to stop you. He was out helping Two-Bit get some groceries since there was absolutely no food in Two-Bit's house except for a couple candy bars. And Darry, being the dad he is, insisted he get good food.

The clothes were seriously dwindling after many rounds, and you were definitely chewing your lip at some of your friends. They had certainly hit puberty nicely. Wait, what the heck, y/n? Those are your best friends! Why are you thinking that?

Soda was in his white t-shirt and jeans, Dally had only his jacket off, Steve was only wearing his sleeveless jean jacket, boxers, and socks, Pony was in his shorts, and somehow Johnny miraculously still had every item of clothing on. You, however, were unluckily stranded in your sports bra and shorts.

"Straight in clubs," Dally smirked, tossing down his cards.

"Damnit, Dallas!" Steve threw off his jacket. He was soon followed by Soda, who took off his shirt.

"Ya got lucky," Dally said, winking at you. You jokingly threw one of Steve's shoes at his head and everybody laughed. You were one of the few girls who could resist the charms of Dallas Winston. Sure, he was hot, but you never saw him as anything more than a friend. Plus, you had eyes for somebody else.

"Alright, Johnnycakes, it's your turn," Dally said, giving him a friendly slap across the back of his head.

"Awe, lay off!" he said, laughing. "A royal flush."

Everybody groaned as clothing items were tossed across the living room. Dally threw off his shirt, Steve took off his socks, Pony took off his shorts, and Soda took off his jeans. Everyone stared at you. You hadn't taken off your shorts yet. Sighing, you stood up and slipped out of your jean shorts, leaving you in a bra and underwear. The boys 'oohed' and you rolled your eyes at them. That's when the door flew open and Darry and Two-Bit barged in.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Darry exclaimed, shoving Two-Bit aside and marching over. In a second, Darry had picked you up by your waist, slung you over his shoulder, and carried you straight into the bedroom. Embarrassed, you hung your head and Darry proceeded to give you one of his lectures.

"What in the almighty universe were you thinking, y/n?" he began, pacing around the room. "You know how some of those boys look at you!"

"Do I, Darrel? Come on, they're our friends! It's fine!" you whined, crossing your arms. "They ain't gonna rape me or anything!"

"No more strip poker!" he shouted, peeking out the bedroom door frame. Steve, Two-Bit, and Dally grabbed their clothes and bolted out of the house. Nobody wanted to pick a fight with Darry when he was in a bad mood. Even Dally. "Put on some clothes." Darry threw one of his shirts at you that was ten sizes too large.

"What if I like it like this?" you said, tossing the shirt aside. You were just doing it to suck it up to him of course. And maybe a bit more.

"You can't go parading around like that! It's not decent!" Darry said. To your boobs. He was staring straight at them for a good ten seconds before he shook his head and leaned on the doorframe. "Now put on some clothes, I ain't gonna look at you while you change."

"I don't need your protection," you said, pushing him out of the way and walking out of the bedroom. He grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the bedroom.

"Alright, y/n, I'm sorry. I just- I just can't let them see you like that!"

"Why not?"

"Because I like you, okay?" he snapped. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, and you smirked widely.

"Is that so?" You wanted to grab him and kiss him already, but you thought teasing might be a bit better. "Do you want to kiss me? Do you want me to be your girl?"

Darry flushed pink and nodded. You grabbed his collar and pulled him in close, so close that you were only an inch from his face and you could feel his breath on you. "Then you'll have to catch me." You pushed him onto the bed and darted out of the bedroom and out of the house, running barefoot through the neighborhood. And as Darry ran after you, you couldn't help but laugh at how you got a new boyfriend thanks to Dally and his dumb idea to play strip poker.