"Fine," he groans, gaining a grin from the latter, "I need some cash anyhow. Never have I ever-"
"I didn't say you could start," Jack scoffs, glaring at the man.
"Does it look like I care?"
SHORT STORY
BoyxBoy
Dallas Winston x Male OC
The male stands proudly, his head held high as his counter partner, Dallas, continues his rant. The two were at Buck's bar, the man deciding to have another party. It was going well, up until Dallas lost sight of his friend.
He looked for who knows how long, only to find him outside smoking a stick. The latter could only grin, pushing his dark, almost jet black hair from his face. It's greased so much, he doesn't even remember how it feels without it.
"Are you even listening to me, Jack?!" Dallas' hollering snaps the latter from his thoughts. Nonetheless, the grin is back on his face.
"Nope," he shrugs, placing his cigarette back between his lips. When he breathes in, he takes in nothing toxic, no. Instead, he breathes in the cool night air. He looks up, a furrow in his brows, finding Dallas holding his cigarette. He sighs, a smaller grin on his lips. "Alright, I'm sorry for leaving you," he scoffs, eyeing the brunette. "Did you think I was fucking a whore or some shit?" Dallas' face becomes similar to stone, making a chuckle leave Jack's lips. "Oh, don't worry, Dally boy. I'll leave all those girls inside to fulfill your own needs." He softly takes the lit bud from his Dally's fingers. He leans his stomach against the railing, taking in the toxic air he loves so much.
A cough leaves Dal, trying to calm his nerves. He covers it up with a quick scoff, barking back, "You ever even fucked a girl?"
Jack turns around, now allowing his lower back to be up against the rail. "I've had a few," he shrugs. Dally scoffs, not believing the shit that came out of his mouth. He moves beside him, leaning up against the rail as well now.
"Nah, I know that's bullshit."
Jack looks at the wooden flooring of the patio, not wanting to reveal the truth. So instead, he shrugs once more, saying, "No, that's the truth. You either believe it or you don't." Dallas exhales heavily. His breath reminds him of smoke, the temperature low at this time of night.
"Aren't you a Mexican?" Dal wonders aloud. Jack raises a brow, looking over at the male.
"Yeah, so?"
"Aren't you supposed to have-- like a Mexican name? Like Luis Martinez, Benny Rodriguez, Javier or shit like that?" he ponders. The latter chuckles, both at his ignorance and at how he said 'Javier'.
"Okay first off," Jack begins to list, "my ma, who is—yes, Mexican— married my pa, who's a white man named Mark Daniels. And my ma likes to drink Jack Daniels when there's a celebration so..." he trails off, giving quiet hum before continuing. " Secondly, it's not 'Javier.' The 'J' is supposed to sound like an 'H.' So in it's 'Havier.'"
A few moments of silence pass, Jack watching the rusty gears turn in his head before he gives a tired sigh. "You know? You seriously make me question why I hang out with you, Jack," Dal groans, rubbing his temple with his fore and middle finger.
"Because you need me to spice up your life," he beams in response, pushing the male by his shoulder lightly. Dal pushes him back, forcing a laugh to leave Jack. "You need that Mexican spice!" he exclaims before howling. Dallas can only smile softly, knowing the alcohol has definitely gotten to his head tonight. But also because he loves the feeling he gets around Jack but doesn't really know what the feeling means. Nevertheless, he hopes to know soon. Very soon.
Dallas Winston
matt dillon
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