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pigs blood

the next morning, i was fast asleep on the couch. i had fallen asleep there with johnnie after we got home for the drive in.

when i woke up, johnny wasn't there anymore. the spot where he laid next to me was cold and empty.

i sighed and wrapped the blanket around my shoulders. the phone suddenly began to ring on the table next to the couch.

i sat up and leaned over to answer it.

i picked up the phone and held it to my ear.
"hello?"

"fizz, it's me."
dally's familiar voice said.

"i'm hanging up now.."
i said, starting to pull the phone away from my face.

"no, wait. please. i need your help."
he pleaded.

"what do you want?"
i asked.

"i got thrown in the cooler last night. there's some money in the top right drawer of my dresser under my socks. go get it and bring it to the police station. i need you to bail me out.."
he explained quickly.

i hesitated for a second.
"i'll be there in two hours. watch your back in there."
i hung up the phone and groaned.

i got up and quickly got ready before leaving the house.

i made my way to the bar that dally called home and went up to his room.

i let myself in and left the door open behind me. i walked over to the drawer he specified and opened it. i started to dig through his socks when i heard the floorboards behind me creak.

i quickly whipped my head around to see the beautiful blonde, fully clothed this time, standing in the doorway.

"you're not dally.."
she said, placing a hand on her hip.

"no.."
i shook my head, shocked to be face to face with her.

"who are you? what are you doing here?"
she asked.

"dallas got locked up last night. he asked me to bail him out."
i turned around and grabbed the money before shutting the drawer.

i spun to face her again as she examined me.

her eyes lit up when she realized who i was.
"you're fizzle. fizzle curtis.."

i nodded.
"and you are?"

"tammy.."
she said, stepping closer.
"ya know, he talks about you a lot.. i've been wanting to put a face to the name."

i looked at her, surprised.
"so he talks about me while in bed with other girls, great.."

she shook her head and laughed slightly.
"it's not like that. dally doesn't love me.. to him i'm just another broad. the way he talks about you? i'd kill for a guy to love me that way.."

i just stared at her for a moment.
"i better get going.. i don't like the idea of him sitting in there."

"i'll see you around, fizzle."
she smiled as i walked past her and out of the room.

i walked out of the bar and quickly made my way to the police station downtown.

i walked in and walked up to the front desk. an older woman looked up at me from behind a typewriter.

"hello, i'm here to pay someone's bail."
i said.

"name?"
she asked, not looking up from her desk.

"dallas winston."
i said, putting my hands on the counter.

"ah yes, he's a frequent flyer.."
she reached over and grabbed a file. she opened it.
"bail is set at $50."