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"Well piss off, Matthews! I'm sick of your half-assed jokes and shit." Dallas screamed at Two-Bit before storming out of the Curtis' house. The living room was silent now that Two-Bit and Dallas weren't going doing each others throats anymore. Everyone was doing their own thing anyway. Ponyboy and Johnny were reading a book together, Sodapop and Steve continued playing their poker game, and Darry was just sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper. Two-Bit and Dallas got into fights like these all the time, so no one thought it was unusual or strange.
Soon, Sodapop, Steve, Ponyboy, and Johnny went out to the movies leaving only Darry and Two-Bit in the house. At this point Darry could tell something else was up with Two so he just decded to ask.
"What's going on with you and Dal this time?" He inquired.
"Nothing... just the stupid guy can't take a joke that's all" Two-Bit strechted around on the coach before continuing, "I'm starting to think that I took the fight too far is all." Darry looked at Two-Bit's half-guilty face for a moment and started speaking again.
"Maybe you should go make it up to the kid. When our parents fought, they'd make it up to one another." He suggested to the other while standing up and putting the dirty mug in the sink.
"Yeah well, Dally ain't exactly like yall's parents in case you didn't notice. He's probably too pissed at me anyways to go and listen to me."
"I wonder why..." Darry muttered under his breath, "What was that?" Two-Bit yelled at him from the living room wile slipping on his jacket. "Nothing, just saying you should porbably go after him and apologize."
"Alright, alright- I will." Two-Bit called out at him from outside. "G'night Superman!"
"Good night Keith."
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Two-Bit walked his way over to Buck's and knocked on the door a few times. Seconds later, the door creaked open revealing the bartender inside.
"What do ya want?" A voice in a thick southern accent, Buck's, came from behind the open door.
"Needa speak to Dally, he here?" Two-Bit asked him.
"Naw he ain't." And just like that, Buck slammed the door in his face. Two-Bit scoffed and turned back towards the porch steps. Where the hell did Winston go? Two-Bit kept thinking to himself. He figured that he wasn't far and probably went to the gas station or something. He turned right at the end of the block and carried on
After ten minutes of walking, the greaser found himself at the run-down building on the side of the road. He pulled the handle and walked inside; his eyes scanned throughout the store in search of Dallas. But to his dismay, he saw no one and walked out as quickly as he came in, hiding two packs of cigarettes under his coat.
Around a block down the store, he lit a cigarette up and took a drag of it. His fight with Dallas wasn't even all that bad in the beginning, it was just about something that happened at the Dingo, and it quickly escalated between the two of them. Two-Bit could more guilt seep into his heart. He knew that he should go apologize to the hood, but he would need to find him first. He figured that he'd eventually run into Dallas somewhere in the neighborhood and headed back towards the lot.
The horizon shifted from sky blue to a mix of reds, oranges, and pinks. The redhead came over to the lot and lit up another cigarette. He pace back and forth around the block before something- or someone- familiar had caught his eye. A tall, lean fgure with white blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. Without thinking (like usual), Two-Bit called out his name. "Dally! Over here!" He waved at the hood until he finally caught his attention. The person turned around and made eye contact with him.
"The hell you want?" Dallas snapped back at him, clearly still annoyed from earlier. Two-Bit quickly scurried over to where Dallas was.
"I want to-" He halted to a stop in front of him, "I wanna apologize... about our fight earlier."
"Yeah, yeah- I forgive you, whatever." Dallas was about to turn around until Two-Bit started speaking again.
"Seriously, I didn't mean what I said back there." Two-Bit paused before continuing, " And I was wonderin' if..."
"If...?" Dallas urged on.
"If I could maybe take you out tonight? There's this nice place not too far from here. Or maybe somethin' else..." Two-Bit suggested.
Dallas's eyes widened a bit at his proposal. Have Two-Bit take him out? Dallas was about to say no and tell him to fuck off, but something about his offer just felt so... tempting? Like a tiny voice in the back of his head was screaming at him to say yes. He let out a deep sigh, hoping he wasn't about to regret his decision, and said:
"Sure. Why not?"
And just like like Two-Bit yanked him by the arm and started dragging him to God who nows where. The walk to wherever they were going was pleasant enough in Dallas' opinion. The only thing was that Two-Bit wouldn't shut his fat mouth and they ended up in a small play-fight by the end of it. By the time the two hoods reached the resteraunt, it was already nighttime, as the stars had littered themselves across the night sky.
Two-Bit opened the door and they both walked inside. It wasn't like the Dingo- or any other place Dally had been in Tulsa- that's for sure. It had those specific torn up sofa chairs for every table and the building itself seemed like it'd been there for a while. And it wasn't filled with socs either. Just a small place where couples would go out for the night.
"Where on Earth am I Matthews?" Dallas muttered to the other before sitting down.
"Just some diner Ma would take Sis and I when we were younger." Two-Bit chirped back while copying Dallas. The two l̶o̶v̶e̶b̶i̶r̶d̶s̶ greasers later ordered. Two-BIt was paying so Dallas figured it was best to order the most expensive thing on the menu and let Two-Bit deal with it.
"Soooo what didya order?" Two-Bit asked him for the billionth time. At this point he was starting to get a little bit worried, because Dallas wouldn't wipe that sly smirk off his face everytime he asked.
"You'll see-"
"Pfftt- alright."
Eventualy the waiter came up with both of the boy's food with a smile and went back into the kitchen.
"So I was up against these socs at the station the other day and-" Two-Bit paused in the middle of his story "DAL, IS THAT LOBSTER-" Dallas couldn't keep it in anymore and bursted into a fit of laughter while Two-Bit just stared back in horror.
"You- you said that-" He broke down into laughter again, "You said to get whatever I wanted-"
"WELL I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE GONNA GET LOBSTER!... You're sharing with me, I don't care."
The dinner went smoothly after that. Two-Bit- sourly- paid for both of their meals and tipped and they left the out the door. It was getting late and Two-Bit didn't really know what else to do besides dropping Dallas of at Buck's and going home. But Dallas had a different idea.
"You wanna go out to a bar or somehing?" He suggested.
"Why not? But YOU'RE paying, alright?" Two-Bit stated an Dallas nodded back. The blonde led the other to a bar near the DX that Sodapop and Steve worked at. "How come we ain't at Buck's?" Two-Bit asked in a confused tone.
"Cause Buck don't let me drink at his. Usually I come here or I just get beer from some dingy store." Dallas replied back.
Two-Bit left it at that and the two of them walked in. He immeadietly recognized the place when he stepped in, though, he'd been there a few times in the past with some other greasers and once with a broad. Dallas led him over towards the counter and they started drinking there.
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Two-Bit didn't expect Dallas to make it this far really. Out of the two of them, Two-Bit was the stronger drinker (not like Dally would ever admit it), but Dallas had kept going after the fifth drink. He spoke in between hiccups and occasioanaly his New York accent slipped out but Two-Bit was still able to make out what the other was saying. It wasn't until the seventh drink that Two-Bit had stopped Dallas and dragged him out of the bar.
"C'mon, we should go home now." Two-Bit stated.
"No...m'fine." Dallas insisted back.
"Dally, you're gonna turn into beer itself if you take one more sip." Two-Bit made up his mind. He grabbed Dallas' shoulder and propped him against himself and started walking bac home. Normally he would've taken him to Buck's, but but earlier Dallas said Buck didn't let him drink and he didn't feel like dealing with the bartender himself, so he decided to just take Dallas to his own house.
After the most tedious walk of his life, him and Dallas made it back to his house and he opened the front door. He gently shut it and carried Dallas upstairs to his room. He basically threw Dallas onto the bed and told him to get ready to sleep and quickly left to go check up on his sister. He peeped through her door and smiled to himself to see her asleep in her room.
He left her alone and went back to deal with his own problem (Dallas) who was already sleeping on the bed. Two-Bit was too tired to deal with it himself an just tried his best to squeeze in next to him and fall asleep. Suddenly, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and turned around to see the other all pressed up against his back.
"Dal...you 'wake?" He mumbled out.
"Mm..." Dallas just hummed back to the other and dug his face deeper into the crook of his neck. Two-Bit just shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the tough hood, Dallas Winston, was acting all soft and sappy with him. If he knew this much alcohol would turn him into a huge teddy bear, he would've taken him out a long time ago. Two-Bit wasn't complaining as he just hugged the other back, with their legs intertwined and heads right by each other. Maybe all he had to do was apologize after all.