Dallas Winston

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dallasdallywinston:

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dallasdallywinston:

»Sighs, rolling his eyes and moving a shoulder up so he can dig in his pocket, and place one on her hand. Before taking away his own hand, he points a free finger at her, cigarette hanging between two teeth.—

Fine.
But you owe me.

»Then he takes his hand back.— 

-looks up at him and smiles-

I know I do. Light? -places the cigarette to her lips-

»Rolls his eyes once more, reaching up with the lighter to light it up.—

You’re welcome.

-lets it light and takes a long drag, eyes closed. She lets the smoke fill her mouth and nose, the burning almost making her cough. She exhales and tilts her head back-

Maybe I’m not as innocent as you’ve convinced yourself I am.

»He leans against the wall, one leg crossed over the other. His head tilts back up from looking at the sky, and he squints at her, shrugging, smirking a bit.—

Pretty sure I figured out the whole ‘not all that innocent’ deal the night you so graciously “gave” that coke back to me.

It’s a stereotype.

Y’know, how all’a ‘ya- most a ‘ya Socs assume we’re the bad guys?


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