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DALLY SHOWED OFF IRIS LIKE A TROPHY
Everywhere they went together, he flaunted her like a medal. It were as if Iris were made of gold, shining her wealth off to everybody. Her kindness radiated off of her, opposite to Dally's cold and cruel demeanour. It was confusing to see, but yet it made so much sense. The way they would speak to one another and the way Dally treated her— It were as if he were a completely different person around her.
Nobody ever spoke out loud about Dally's change in behaviour.. at least, not when he was around. It was practically the talk of the town amongst the adolescence. So when people talk, it always comes back around, and it lead right back to Dally.
Tim Shepard, one of Dally's friends (if you could even call them that) was talking to him about it one night as he was rambling in attempts to get a rise out of Dal. With slurred speech and lazy eyes, Tim spoke a word that Dally never liked to hear when bunched in with his name. "What's wrong Dally, you've gone soft?" and without skipping a beat, Tim was suddenly on the floor with a brand new shiner by his eye. It was then that Dally realised just how much he had changed due to Iris. He was getting too close, too attached. He didn't want to push her away, but at the same time, he couldn't keep closer any longer or else he'd lose not only himself, but his image as well.
Dally wiped his face before making his way to the staircase before pausing, looking over at the phone booth that stood not too far from him. It was free, which was unusual as many couples often occupied the space whilst practically fucking against the clear case— Dally being guilty of this action more than a few times.
He sighed, walking over and into the booth before shutting the door and dialing numbers that belonged to an angel.. his angel. He waited for the line to ring before he heard a crackle sound on the other side. "Iris?" He sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair.
"Dally?" Iris groaned, her voice raspy as it was obvious that she had just woken up, sending Dallas into the feeling of immense guilt. "You okay? what happened?" She asked frantically, Dally's heart warming at her eagerness to know what was wrong. He chuckled at her through the phone, the rasp in his voice prominent. "What?"
"I just wanted to hear your voice... everything here at Buck is.. well, yknow" He explained, sighing heavy as he rubbed his eyes.
"And you wonder why I don't like going there" Iris giggled, joking with him. Her laugh sounded like music to his ears. Like a lullaby that was lulling him to sleep, something he hadn't heard since he were a kid. It made him feel safe despite the fact that he were in a crowded bar with nothing comforting about the place. "Would you like to come over? sounds like you aren't having a great time" Iris offered. Dally paused for a moment as he looked through the glass and at the crowd of people surrounding him and practically suffocating him despite the fact he was in a caged space.
"Yeah.." He spoke heavily, almost disappointed in himself. "I'll be over there in 10" he stated before hanging up. He walked through the sea of bodies and over to the bar where he waited for Buck to be finished serving a customer. "Buck!" he called out as he began polishing off glasses with a damp rag.
