Mama Said - The Shirelles
"Your turn, Dally."
Seven greasers entered the Dingo Diner on a late Friday afternoon. They usually ended up in an overcrowded bar or sneaking into the movies, however those options were outvoted when it was Dallas Winston's turn to pay; the six others were going to squeeze as much money as possible from him, simply to pay back the debts he was in with all of them. Evidently, the Dingo wasn't anyone else's first choice either, as it was only the seven boys and the staff who were there, although there only appeared to be one woman stood at the till.
The boys choose a booth along the front window of the diner, right in the middle of the row. Dallas knew that they were going to make him pay for all the cigarettes and money he "borrowed" in the past, and he became very anxious about how much they were going to make him pay for all those occasions. Rather than following them to the table and asking what them what they would like, he stood around 2 feet away from the cashier, which was about 8 or 9 feet from the door.
"Fine, what d'ya want?" He began to dig into all of his pockets, rounding up all the money he had in his jeans into his right palm. He then proceeded to unzip the pockets of his leather jacket and placed the shrapnel in the same place. He managed to do all that whilst they thought, not convinced that anyone was going to reply.
"I ain't got all day, y'know." Dallas was growing impatient, shoving both of his fists into his leather jacket pockets. He jiggled the cold coins and tapped his foot not because he happened to create a nice beat when doing so, but to almost try and speed them up by showing he wasn't going to wait much longer.
"Just get some fries to share and cokes." It felt like it took an eternity for a response, and it only lasted three seconds or so. Dallas huffed I'm frustration.
'How could such a short answer take so goddamn long?'
Dallas strutted over to the counter, with his head bowed down, counting the change in his hand. He shifted each coin and created a new slanted pile with his left index finger when he had added it to the equation.
Dallas had planned his escape route if the total costed more than two dollars; he couldn't stand the humiliation of not being able to buy the items after sponging so much money from his friends. Plus, he needed to buy essentials for himself, these "essentials" being more cigarettes and beers.
When he reached the counter, he was faced with a short and stout dark skinned woman, her blatant expression of displeasure almost as identical to his.
"Can I get, uh-" The clanking sound of metal hitting metal distracted Dallas mid way through his sentence, his attention brought to the source of the noise. It erupted behind the cashier, through the doorway.
His eyes landed upon the left hand side view of a girl, a very pretty girl, as a matter of fact.
"-Uh, 7 cokes and 3 medium fries, please." He didn't remove his gaze from her.
She was simply cleaning dishes, but she somehow looked amazing whilst doing it; her slight frame caught the attention of Dallas first, simply because she had the ideal figure for a girl, from Dallas' point of view. Her chestnut brown hair with blondish highlights hung half up half down, stray pieces cascading around her face perfectly. These fallen hairs were a blessing as well as a burden; her features were somewhat disguised by them.
"-Erm, sir..."
Dallas was brought back down to reality by the voice of the cashier, stunning him.
"That's a dollar seventy five, please." She spoke in an irritable tone, as if she had said it multiple times during his miniature trance. He had to blink a couple of times, focusing his mind to the task he had to do, before putting his thoughts into action. Dallas opened out his right hand and picked the correct amount of change from the heap of small shiny copper and silver circles, slowly releasing them into the cashier's small hand. Dallas' eyes wandered to the new girl repeatedly, the cashier noticing this as soon as he came to the counter.
