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The next morning, Jessica woke up to silence. The bar, as most, was ghosted by early morning and the only living bodies left on the premises were either dead or knocked out from all of the alcohol they ingested from the night before. Jessica threw on a shirt so that she wouldn't be walking around the building entirely too naked. She creeped down the stairs to the kitchen behind the bar and went scavenging for breakfast. "You won't find anything there, baby." The familiar deep voice of the man from the night before spoke up.
Jessica didn't even care to look back at the man. She knew he was trouble just by the hazy glance she had of him from the night before. She knew he was conventionally attractive, meaning he probably was just some douchebag that wanted to get in her pants. She also knew that he was broke, and not worth her time. She'd only play into flirtations with men if she knew she had some monetary gain.
"Let me take you out to go get some breakfast. You'd like that, huh?" He asked. Jessica's ears could hear a slight New Yorker tone lying under his voice.
"You been to New York?" Jessica asked as she closed the fridge.
"Lived there for a few years before I was sent to the cooler. Just got out. You from there or somethin'?" The man explained.
"Never been. Just wanted to know what it's like." She shrugged him off.
"I can tell you all about it over some bacon at that diner down the street, ya dig?" He suggested.
Jessica didn't see why she wouldn't take the offer for some free food, it wasn't like she had anything else to do. "Sure."
"I'm Dallas Winston, friends call me Dally." He introduced himself with a cheeky smirk, glad he had lured her to go out with him.
"Jessica Bates, you can call me Jess." She cocked her head at him and eyed him up and down, scanning his shirtless torso. She seemed quite satisfied with what she was analyzing, so she stared for a bit before she finally went back upstairs to change to go out with Dallas.
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The two sat across from one another in a small booth. They ate their breakfast and Dallas had already paid for the check, they were simply sitting a chatting away. Throughout the whole meal, they didn't speak much to each other. Somehow, it didn't feel awkward or strange to just sit in silence with one another.
"So, Dally, you a greaser?" Jessica abruptly asked. She knew for sure he was no soc.
"Something like that." Dally grunted.
"I'm from that part of town, too. I ain't got no folks anymore, so I stay in the middle. Where the socs don't know I'm a greaser and where the greasers don't think I'm a soc." Jess explained. She truly didn't mind telling Dallas. He didn't strike her as the type to go out and tell the whole town her business. She was hardly known anyway.
