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"You guys really are hungry, huh?" Dallas smirked, watching the three of you scarf down your sandwiches with an amused look.
Dally took the three of you to a local Dairy Queen, his treat, and he was sure that none of you had come up for air since he handed over the food.
"The kid you killed had plenty of friends," Dallas turned to you, who was sitting in the passenger, "It's all over town... Soc against Grease. I started carrying a heater, man."
"Dal, you kill people with heaters," Pony chimed, mouth full.
Dally pulled out the gun, opening the chamber to show it was empty, "Don't worry, it ain't loaded."
"Hey, mister! You have fifteen cents?" A little girl loudly asked, seemingly coming out of nowhere.
Dally nearly jumped out his shoes and scrambled to hide the weapon.
"Nah, we don't have nothin' on us. Sorry," you quickly covered, shifting in your seat to shield Dallas.
"Are you sure?" She pressed.
"Could you please go away. We're busy here," Dally ordered, throwing on some shades.
"Do you have a dime?"
"Could you go away?"
"Do you have a dime?"
"Go away! Get outta here!"
The girl's face fell, but she nodded and walked off.
Dally took a deep breath of relief, taking off the shades and turning to make sure she was really gone.
"Whew, that was a close call," he muttered, now checking all around him to make sure no one else was listening in, "Anyway, Tim Shepard's gang and our outfit are havin' it out with the Socs in the vacant lot tomorrow night."
'A rumble? Man, we ain't had a rumble in a long time.'
"Hey, I didn't tell you, we got a spy," he added.
"A spy? Who?" Johnny asked, stuffing a fry in his mouth.
"Remember that good-looking broad I tried to pick up the night (y/n/n) wasted that kid—" you flicked him in the head, silently telling him to watch his mouth.
"What's 'er name? Uh, Cherry somethin'. The redhead."
"Cherry Valance," Pony sprang to life, quickly swallowing his bite.
"Cherry? The Soc, right?" Johnny nodded
"Yeah, we were all hangin' out in the vacant lot and she pulls up in her little old Stingray," Dally started, "Yeah, that took a lotta nerve."
