"No offense, Dallas, but I'm not into moody assholes," I fired at him with a smug smirk.
"Yeah, you're not my type either, Diana," he shot back. "Crazy, uptight chics are kind of a turnoff." I narrowed my eyes at him and growled angrily.
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Buck still hadn't returned from wherever he stormed off to, and after hours of cleaning his bar with the gang I'd come to two — maybe three — conclusions on what could've possibly happened to him.
1. He somehow got lost in town, even though he's been living in Tulsa ever since he was born.
2. He got jumped by some douchebag-socs and is severely injured, lying on the concrete bleeding out or something.
Or..
3. He's still pissed and is refusing to return to his own bar, but I'm pretty sure this theory's true because he has no other place to go and it's starting to get late.
Although I was still pissed at what he had said about me earlier, I decided that I should talk to him about it, rather than ignore it altogether. Hopefully, we could sort this out because I actually want to be his friend. Plus, I don't want to be kicked out on the streets. I wouldn't have anywhere to go, and asking for help felt like a weakness.
On another note, I haven't spoke to Dallas either since this morning after our conversation about I don't even know what. He wasn't avoiding me, but he certainly wasn't talking, or even looking, at me. It felt like he wasn't like he wasn't telling me something, and I desperately wanted to find out what it was he wasn't sharing. The only interaction we've had since this morning was mostly between him and Sodapop.
"Soda, man, you've been cleanin' that window for an hour," Dallas said with an eye roll.
Sodapop shook his head and waved Dally away as he said, "Back off, Dal. It's all about precise and precision."
Dallas' eyes rolled to the back of his head. "They're the same thing, stupid," he remarked. I chuckled at his comment, only to earn a quick glance and then watch him walk away, again.
There was a strange vibe in Buck's bar today between it being completely trashed and almost ruined by the socs and Dallas storming out, only to return later with a dangerous look of masked determination on his face.
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It was seven o'clock by the time the everyone finished cleaning up the bar. Everyone reeked of chemicals and was completely miserable from all the work and effort it took just to get the place back into a somewhat decent shape. Buck would need to buy new chairs and more liquor, but other than that everything was back to normal.
As I walked out of the back room, Sandy and Evie approached me with matching smiles, eyes filled with hope and excitement.
"Hey Diana," Sandy greeted politely. "Evie and I were going to have a girls night at my place tonight, and wanted to know if you wanted to come too."
I gave the two girls a hesitant look, about to decline their offer, but Evie spoke before I could. "Come on, it'll be cool. Our sleepovers are always a blast."
