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"Hey, there pretty lady."
Dallas Winston. He had quite the reputation on him. And no, nothing good. He was the kind of guy that if you looked at him in the wrong way, he would try and fight you. He'd remember your face too. Pick a fight whenever he could.
He had such a reputation that even the police recognized him and would stop him wherever he goes. Cause that's who Dallas was. He was always up to no good.
"Hey, there sugar."
Lucille Pamela was quite the opposite to her bad boy counterpart. She was the resident good girl of the north side where the greasers resided. She'd never gotten held back by the cops, she'd never been in a fight and she likely never would be.
She has such a good reputation that not even Soc's cared to mess with her. She was as good as ice. But then again, you shouldn't piss her off.
Dally grinned seeing his girlfriend had once again come to rescue him, picking him up from the jailhouse. She dropped her glasses down so that the end was in her mouth as her eyes glanced over his figure. "Are you checking me out, pretty lady?" He questioned as he approached her while she leaned against her old ford sierra.
"Why don't you come over here and find out?" Dally smirked at the girl, making his way over, he quickly grabbed ahold of her, placing his lips down onto hers while he pushed her up against her car. She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands glided down her back.
"Man, did i miss you?" Dally whispered against her neck, she pulled back, "I missed you too, Dal, Isee there is no bruises this time." She grabbed his face, observing his features, she stopped moving his face and placed a light kiss on his lips.
"Are you kidding? I rule this dump, come on, let's get out of here." Dally went over to the drivers side, Lucille glanced down at her the passenger side door, she sighed as she pulled it open.
Dally and Lucille had been together for over a year now, and still he forgot basic relationship rules. Such as opening the car door for her, walking on the outside of the sidewalk and, oh, don't talk to other girls.
Usually he did this just to make her jealous so he can get some action later on in the night but it seriously pissed her off sometimes. Especially since he hated when she did it back to him.
"So how have the boys been?" Dally asked as he began to drive the moment she closed the door, "You been taking care of Johnny?"
Lucille hummed in reply, "They've all been pretty good, Johnnys been staying at mine for the past few nights. Parents have been fighting more." She explained as she let herself relax against the seat of her car as Dally drove rather wildly.
She was used to that by now, his horrible driving and the constant honking of other cars who had the misfortune of driving at the same time as Dally. "Has he been talking more?" Dally questioned, glancing over at the girl.
