Notice Me?

Drunk

I bend over the pool table my eye on the balls as I make a perfect swipe as the little white ball pushed two striped balls into the hole. I go for another but miss as I feel Dal's arm on my back. My breathe hitches and I pull back.

"We have to think we're bad for a little longer," his warm breathe hits my ear.

I nod and back up letting the scruff man take his turn, I make sure to stand right in his line of sight polishing my stick.

A little while longer of them thinking we fucking suck at pool we unleash our skills making the two men furious.

"Who do you think you're hustling pal," one of the men bellows.

I try to look as ditzy and confused as possible standing in a position that makes me look like a greaser skank.

"What do you mean?" I bat my eyelashes.

His eyes trail my body. His pal rolls his eyes and hands us the cash they bet and grab his buddy and left.

"Nice Lena even more than last time," Dallas smirks counting the cash.

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We start laughing and howling a bit tipsy from the alcohol we consumed walking back around not sure on our destination.

"T-The guys face," Dally wheezes from laughter, "when you bent over," he took a moment to catch his breath from laughing.

"Did you see the broad that was eyeing you," I laugh, "she tripped over a table watching you shoot pool,"

"You know I just have a certain charm that causes women to fall over tables for me," He try to stand up straight and look fly but tumbles.

"Watch out women, hide your tables, it's Dallas Winston," I laugh falling over.

Dally reaches over to catch me but completely falls over with me on top of him. We start laughing uncontrollably. I roll off him and turn to look at his face. He looks so young and pure unlike when he's completely sober with his walls up.

I like this side of Dallas, he's so loose and funny not worrying about some stupid reputation or what broad he should hook up with next. He looks like a guy who doesn't give a single fuck about what anyone thinks.

"Whatchya looking at Lena," he looks at me.

"Nothin," I mumble turning to look at the sky.

I feel his gaze staring straight into my soul. My cheeks burn up.

"You're sure a good looking broad," he smiles.

I blush even harder at his lie.

"I'm not a broad," I say laughing and shoving him.

"Then what are ya? A man?" He laughs at his own joke, it's the cutest thing ever.

"Yep," I say flexing like Steve always does.

"We should head back," I say sobering up a little.

"I'll get the car tomorrow," Dal says grabbing my hand to start walking home.

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Dallas and I decided that since we were both still drunk it'd be better if we just stayed at Bucks place.

I follow Dallas up the stairs into his room and he tosses me a shirt. I'm not super tall so it'll work.

I walk into the bathroom and when I come back he's stripped down to his tighty whiteys. He's just plopped down on his bed.

"Do you not have clothes to sleep in or something?," I ask making him lift his head to look at me.

"I prefer this," he smirks.

I roll my eyes and push him over and lay down on the bed beside him. He reaches over me and turns off his light.

"Night Lena," he says wrapping the blankets over him.

"GoodNight Dallas," I sigh and close my eyes.