Dally Frishy

The gang had been hanging out at the lot but Ponyboy had school in the morning, Darry was being strict like usual. The group was slowly dissolving as people began heading home. All that remained now was Dallas, you, and Two-Bit. All 3 of you passed a flask around and sat mostly in silence besides Two-Bit’s rambling.

“So why do you two hate each other anyways?” Two-Bit snickered as he took another swig. He reluctantly passed it to you. “Cause someone always has a stick up their ass.” Dallas grinned and glanced at you. You shot him a glare and rolled your eyes. “Because someone is a cocky dickhead who has too big of an ego for his head.”

Dallas grin widened. “Damn straight, babe. Big ego has to keep inflated.” Two-Bit and him share a laugh despite your unamused expression. “I think you two are just too alike. Or too unalike, I can’t tell.” Two-Bit watched as you passed the flask to Dallas. “Too unalike. Don’t try and say I’m like ‘em.” Dallas raised a brow and took a swig.

They shared another laugh and Two-Bit glanced around. “I prolly should go. Make sure you get that flask back to me.” He gave a small wave and headed towards his car. A silence fell between you and Dallas. “Dickhead.” You mumbled as you glanced at him. He glanced at you. “Sour bitch.” He snickered and took a huge swig from the flask. Dally was gonna drink all of it.