Crossing your arms you come face to face with the one person you were least happy to see.
"Is that all I am to you? A checkbook and a piece of ass?" The questions probably came out angrier than you had meant them to, but he deserved it.
He laughed, "Not all the time."
"Damn it Dallas! It ain't funny."
Dal quit laughing real quick, he knew you were more than pissed when you called him Dallas. Now, Dallas Winston was afraid of nobody. There wasn't a man, woman, or child alive that could instill fear into him, maybe except Johnny, when he was going to do something stupid. Until he met you, there was something about you that could strike a bit of fear throughout his being, but he'd never tell.
You continued on your rant, "This is the third time this month you've gotten locked up. What was it this time? I can't keep paying your bail. I'm pretty much working for free this month." You sighed, "I hope I'll be able to make rent," you mumbled to yourself.
"I knocked off a convenience store," he answered nonchalantly. "Jesus Christ, Your making it out like it's some sorta big deal or somethin' and just an FYI, I never asked you for nothin'. You paid my bail on your own accord, I never asked you too," now he was angry too, but you weren't about to back down that easily. You were just about ready to say something when he walked away.
"Where the hell do you think you're going," you shout.
"Wherever you're not," he spat.
You sighed and headed home. You hated that Dallas Winston, he was so selfish and bullheaded. He never seemed to think of anyone but himself.
Doesn't he understand how that'd make me feel if something worse happened.
Maybe he wasn't all to blame, it's not like you actually explained to him why, you just sort of yelled. That was your guy's dynamic - you two were dysfunctional. Bad for each other, but you both knew you weren't good for anyone else.
It didn't take long to find him, he was at Bucks like usual. You sat down at the bar next to him, surprised he wasn't hitting on any of the other broads that were there.
"What do you want? Come to bitch some more?"
You turned your chair to the side to face him, "Look Dal, I just worry. I mean next time you pull something like this you ain't gonna be lucky enough to just get jail time. You could get shot."
He just laughed while fiddling with his ring he had on his finger; it was the same one he let Sylvia wear when they were together. For some reason it bothered you that he hadn't let you.
You turned back to the bar, defeated when he didn't say anything, reconsidering your answer when you told the bartender you didn't want anything; cause right about now you could go for something strong.
"Here," he stated, placing something cold inside your hand.
You opened your hand to find the ring he was playing with. "What are you giving this to me for? So I can throw it at you when you piss me off?"
He chuckled, "That to I suppose." Then he became serious, "I've made the mistake of letting the wrong person have that once before," he said, pointing to his ring, "don't be another mistake."
It wasn't a demand or a warning, it was a plead. Even Dallas Winston, somewhere deep in there, still had part of his heart left. This time, he hoped it wouldn't get broken even more than what it already had been in the past.
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