It was the people he was interested in.Īs always, there was a very clear division between the two sides of the room: Greasers on one side, Socs on the other. In the back corner was a large table with odd looking foods that were definitely made for the teachers, and the worst music they could have ever came up with echoed through the room, bouncing from wall to wall.īut as he stood alone on the back wall, not even attempting to hide the cigarette dangling from his mouth from the teachers, none of this interested Dally. The lights were almost all the way dimmed so you could really only see silhouettes, but if you squinted, you could make out small details. Everyone was crammed together in an extremely small gym, the stench of sweat and extreme body heat radiating through the atmosphere. It was your typical high school dance in Tulsa.
#Dally winston imagines how to
Dallas Winston had absolutely no idea even how to find love, so when Pony and Johnny talked about the dance, he thought he might as well start here.Īnd, oh, was “here” as crappy as he remembered it. He wanted something that was his, something he could call his own.Īnd that’s why he was here, at this run-down dance, looking to pick up some unknowing high school chick. Dally wasn’t interested in wonderful or magical. Everyone always talked about how wonderful, how magical it was. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want love. He wanted love.ĭally had never had something even close to love before. He, Dallas Winston, was the only member of the gang without one.Which he thought was extremely hard to fathom.ĭammit, even Two-Bit has a girl! he scolded himself.ĭeep inside, even though he would never admit it, Dally wanted a little more than a girl to toy around with. But everyone else in the entire gang was out tonight. It was a boring, crappy high school dance and if he had had something better to do, he would have done it. “I wasn’t nice back then, I don’t think I’m gonna be nice now either.Dally Imagine: The first time he sees youĭally never wanted to go to the dance. He smirked before leaning down closer to you, where your noses were almost touching before whispering back. “Be nice don’t you?” you asked, lowering your voice as your hand stayed on top of Dallas’. “Whatever you say doll,” Dallas smirked, watching as your lips pulled tight into a thin line before you gently placed the blade into his palm.
“Anyone gets a hit on me, and I get this back,” you insisted, glancing behind Dallas to Ponyboy who rolled his eyes slightly before nodding. As you stared up at him you let out your own heavy sigh before reaching in your pocket and pulling out the knife. No one is going to get to you alright,” Dallas looked down at you, holding out one hand between the two of you as he finished talking. Just because you don’t have a blade doesn’t mean we won’t be there to protect you. As he strode over to you, you looked him over, in slight disbelief he may actually be going through with this. It took a few moments before Dallas looked back at him, staring back for a second before he closed the Zippo with a heavy sigh and pushed himself up from the couch. Ponyboy let out a sigh before staring down Dallas with a expectant look. “Don’t use me as an example, I wasn’t a good kid,” Dallas spoke up, flipping the Zippo as you looked back at Ponyboy with an eyebrow raised. C'mon Y/N, it can’t be that stupid of an idea if even Dally has gone along with it,” Pony pointed out, throwing his hand back to gesture at Dallas who sat on the couch, his arm casually thrown around the back of the couch while his other hand flipped his Zippo lighter habitually. It may get us a few hits but in the end we will get what we want, safe streets and no reason to carry that knife everywhere you go. “The point is, they won’t stop seeing us as a threat until we stop seeing them as a threat. Pony shook his head, turning and looking at the guys before looking back at you.
#Dally winston imagines free
Asking me to leave the knife at home is like giving them a free shot at me,” you explained. But the reality of this situation is that none of us are safe out there until they stop coming at us. “I have always wanted it to end, that hasn’t changed. You scoffed before slipping the blade into your back pocket, leaning against the door frame as you stared Pony down. “C'mon Y/N, you’ve always been with me on ending this shit between us and the Socs, what made you change your mind now?” Ponyboy asked, causing the rest of the gang to look at you as well. “The day we are able to walk down the street without a bunch of Socs rolling by screaming at us is the day I will finally stop carrying a knife with me everywhere I go,” You explained, twirling the sharp butterfly knife around your finger.
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