: dallas winston. :

pfp by @casseyissleeping

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"hey. i'm dallas."

two-bit made me make this blog thing with him. don't know why, but i did it.

anyways, i'm a greaser. before ya ask, no, i don't use a shit ton of hair grease and yes, i've been in the cooler. been in n' out too many times for me to remember. tuff, right? so do not fuckin' mess with me unless you want your ass beaten into next tuesday.

don't bug me unless you're the gang or one of tim's gang. or you need me for a rumble.

the gang:

pony: @pepsi-addict

johnnycakes: @j0hnny-c4ke

two: @chocolatec4ke-luverr

dar: @oldest-brother-curtis

soda: @effortless-swagger-curtis

steve: @dxgreasemonkey

shepards:

tim: @dirtystreetshepard

curly: @thenumberonecurlyshep

socs...i guess:

bob: @bob-sheldonn

randy: @thatguy-randyy

marcia: @marcia-with-an-m

cherry: @sherrivalancee

ooc // hiya !! i made this to rp dalbit with a certain moot who may or may not be named kiriko 👀 blog is run by @limeyyyyyyy btw !! im not the best at characterizing dally but ill try trust OH YEAH ALSO. it'll be mostly based off of the book version of dally !! im a big book fan so gulppp

edit: i really gotta remake this bro

[sharp-as-a-blade]

BOUNDARIES !!!

I'm usually okay with most things !! gore, drugs/alcohol, s/h, that kinda shi is fine,,,just DON'T do anything NSFW !!!! s/a or freaky shit is fine only if it's MENTIONED and minimally. i am a MINOR !!!!!! MINOR I SAY !!!

(everyone torture the white boy btw)

im okay with any shipping, as long as it doesn't involve illegal things,,,3 year age gap at most guys and no incest or smth plea

^adding onto that since this account is centered around dalbit any ships with other characters will be a seperate storyline unless kiriko or any other two-bit roleplayer im rping with is okay with it being like poly or open relationship or smth

yeah so um basically just dont be creepy okay. ok. thank you

please int with me im so lonely but im too scared to talk to people

[dxgreasemonkey]

Dallas drives up the trail, eyes scanning the road. He spots a figure standing in the shadows, squinting and pulling the car near it.

“Hey Steve! That you?”

-Dally / @sharp-as-a-blade

Steve looks up, sending Dally an awkward wave, rushing to his car with slurred movements, a little tipsy as he got in. "Hey, Dal."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"This is funner when a fight breaks out." He deadpans.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He agreed, stopping and standing up. “D’you wanna go bug someone?”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Duh." He agreed, downing the rest of his drink.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped a couple bills for the drinks, walking out the bar.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly got up, following after Dallas and pretending he didn't almost trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally unlocked the car, dropping into the driver’s seat.

“If the drive-in’s playin’ something we could find someone there…”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Fun.. m'ybe we c'n get popcorn?" He said as he slid in the passenger.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally started the engine and pulled out of the bar’s parking lot.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve leaned back in his seat, lighting up again.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The lights of the drive in became more visible as the car approached it, and Dally parked the car down the street.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve hurried out the car with another trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally, not noticing, headed towards the hole in the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly followed after Dally.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He climbed through, cursing as his jacket gets stuck on the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve stifles a laugh, grinning and unhooking Dally's jacket for him, sliding through the hole after him.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally quickly recovered, putting on a tuff mask as he weaved through the cars and people.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve didnt brother to do anything but follow Dally, more so because he was to focused on putting one foot in front of another.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally turned around to say something, then faltered when he saw Steve stumbling.

“Damn, you’re drunk as fuck..”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Nuh uh..." He rolled his eyes.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally raised an eyebrow. "You're barely standing."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"But I am standin'."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"You tripped over air 5 seconds ago."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"yer seein' things."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..suuure."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"whatever .."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally walked back, slinging Steve's arm over his shoulders.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"what movies even playin'?"

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally glances at the screen and shrugs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve, as hard if seeing as always, squints up at the screen for five seconds before determining his answer. "Probably a beach movie 'gain..."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Mhm." He let Steve rest his weight on him, and started walking him to the seats.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve just wordlessly followed, uncharacteristically humming to himself.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He dropped Steve in the closest seat, flopping down next to him.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve doesn't even get a second to focus on the movie before he's nudging Dallas, jesturing towards the right of them a few rows up.

Paul Holden.... Sitting with his Soc crew.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dallas swore under his breath, deciding to blatantly ignore them as he was tipsy and Steve was drunk out of his mind, and they probably wouldn't survive a fight against that many Socs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Isn't.. Isn't that darry's situationship.. er.. ex situationship?" Steve drunkenly muttered.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"I think so."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"weird..."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He shrugged, eyes fixed on the screen without actually watching the movie.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve looked around a bit before shrugging and hazily watching the screen.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dallas mostly zoned out again.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve occasionally looks over at Dally, a bit worried.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He eventually yawned, leaning back on the chair.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Ya' tired? We can go home."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

“Nah, ‘m fine.”

[dxgreasemonkey]

Dallas drives up the trail, eyes scanning the road. He spots a figure standing in the shadows, squinting and pulling the car near it.

“Hey Steve! That you?”

-Dally / @sharp-as-a-blade

Steve looks up, sending Dally an awkward wave, rushing to his car with slurred movements, a little tipsy as he got in. "Hey, Dal."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"This is funner when a fight breaks out." He deadpans.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He agreed, stopping and standing up. “D’you wanna go bug someone?”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Duh." He agreed, downing the rest of his drink.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped a couple bills for the drinks, walking out the bar.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly got up, following after Dallas and pretending he didn't almost trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally unlocked the car, dropping into the driver’s seat.

“If the drive-in’s playin’ something we could find someone there…”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Fun.. m'ybe we c'n get popcorn?" He said as he slid in the passenger.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally started the engine and pulled out of the bar’s parking lot.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve leaned back in his seat, lighting up again.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The lights of the drive in became more visible as the car approached it, and Dally parked the car down the street.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve hurried out the car with another trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally, not noticing, headed towards the hole in the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly followed after Dally.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He climbed through, cursing as his jacket gets stuck on the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve stifles a laugh, grinning and unhooking Dally's jacket for him, sliding through the hole after him.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally quickly recovered, putting on a tuff mask as he weaved through the cars and people.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve didnt brother to do anything but follow Dally, more so because he was to focused on putting one foot in front of another.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally turned around to say something, then faltered when he saw Steve stumbling.

“Damn, you’re drunk as fuck..”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Nuh uh..." He rolled his eyes.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally raised an eyebrow. "You're barely standing."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"But I am standin'."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"You tripped over air 5 seconds ago."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"yer seein' things."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..suuure."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"whatever .."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally walked back, slinging Steve's arm over his shoulders.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"what movies even playin'?"

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally glances at the screen and shrugs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve, as hard if seeing as always, squints up at the screen for five seconds before determining his answer. "Probably a beach movie 'gain..."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Mhm." He let Steve rest his weight on him, and started walking him to the seats.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve just wordlessly followed, uncharacteristically humming to himself.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He dropped Steve in the closest seat, flopping down next to him.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve doesn't even get a second to focus on the movie before he's nudging Dallas, jesturing towards the right of them a few rows up.

Paul Holden.... Sitting with his Soc crew.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dallas swore under his breath, deciding to blatantly ignore them as he was tipsy and Steve was drunk out of his mind, and they probably wouldn't survive a fight against that many Socs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Isn't.. Isn't that darry's situationship.. er.. ex situationship?" Steve drunkenly muttered.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"I think so."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"weird..."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He shrugged, eyes fixed on the screen without actually watching the movie.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve looked around a bit before shrugging and hazily watching the screen.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dallas mostly zoned out again.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve occasionally looks over at Dally, a bit worried.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He eventually yawned, leaning back on the chair.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Dallas drives up the trail, eyes scanning the road. He spots a figure standing in the shadows, squinting and pulling the car near it.

“Hey Steve! That you?”

-Dally / @sharp-as-a-blade

Steve looks up, sending Dally an awkward wave, rushing to his car with slurred movements, a little tipsy as he got in. "Hey, Dal."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"This is funner when a fight breaks out." He deadpans.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He agreed, stopping and standing up. “D’you wanna go bug someone?”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Duh." He agreed, downing the rest of his drink.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped a couple bills for the drinks, walking out the bar.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly got up, following after Dallas and pretending he didn't almost trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally unlocked the car, dropping into the driver’s seat.

“If the drive-in’s playin’ something we could find someone there…”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Fun.. m'ybe we c'n get popcorn?" He said as he slid in the passenger.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally started the engine and pulled out of the bar’s parking lot.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve leaned back in his seat, lighting up again.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The lights of the drive in became more visible as the car approached it, and Dally parked the car down the street.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve hurried out the car with another trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally, not noticing, headed towards the hole in the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly followed after Dally.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He climbed through, cursing as his jacket gets stuck on the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve stifles a laugh, grinning and unhooking Dally's jacket for him, sliding through the hole after him.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally quickly recovered, putting on a tuff mask as he weaved through the cars and people.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve didnt brother to do anything but follow Dally, more so because he was to focused on putting one foot in front of another.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally turned around to say something, then faltered when he saw Steve stumbling.

“Damn, you’re drunk as fuck..”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Nuh uh..." He rolled his eyes.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally raised an eyebrow. "You're barely standing."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"But I am standin'."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"You tripped over air 5 seconds ago."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"yer seein' things."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..suuure."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"whatever .."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally walked back, slinging Steve's arm over his shoulders.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"what movies even playin'?"

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally glances at the screen and shrugs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve, as hard if seeing as always, squints up at the screen for five seconds before determining his answer. "Probably a beach movie 'gain..."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Mhm." He let Steve rest his weight on him, and started walking him to the seats.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve just wordlessly followed, uncharacteristically humming to himself.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He dropped Steve in the closest seat, flopping down next to him.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve doesn't even get a second to focus on the movie before he's nudging Dallas, jesturing towards the right of them a few rows up.

Paul Holden.... Sitting with his Soc crew.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dallas swore under his breath, deciding to blatantly ignore them as he was tipsy and Steve was drunk out of his mind, and they probably wouldn't survive a fight against that many Socs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Isn't.. Isn't that darry's situationship.. er.. ex situationship?" Steve drunkenly muttered.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"I think so."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"weird..."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He shrugged, eyes fixed on the screen without actually watching the movie.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve looked around a bit before shrugging and hazily watching the screen.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dallas mostly zoned out again.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Dallas drives up the trail, eyes scanning the road. He spots a figure standing in the shadows, squinting and pulling the car near it.

“Hey Steve! That you?”

-Dally / @sharp-as-a-blade

Steve looks up, sending Dally an awkward wave, rushing to his car with slurred movements, a little tipsy as he got in. "Hey, Dal."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"This is funner when a fight breaks out." He deadpans.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He agreed, stopping and standing up. “D’you wanna go bug someone?”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Duh." He agreed, downing the rest of his drink.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped a couple bills for the drinks, walking out the bar.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly got up, following after Dallas and pretending he didn't almost trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally unlocked the car, dropping into the driver’s seat.

“If the drive-in’s playin’ something we could find someone there…”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Fun.. m'ybe we c'n get popcorn?" He said as he slid in the passenger.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally started the engine and pulled out of the bar’s parking lot.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve leaned back in his seat, lighting up again.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The lights of the drive in became more visible as the car approached it, and Dally parked the car down the street.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve hurried out the car with another trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally, not noticing, headed towards the hole in the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly followed after Dally.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He climbed through, cursing as his jacket gets stuck on the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve stifles a laugh, grinning and unhooking Dally's jacket for him, sliding through the hole after him.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally quickly recovered, putting on a tuff mask as he weaved through the cars and people.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve didnt brother to do anything but follow Dally, more so because he was to focused on putting one foot in front of another.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally turned around to say something, then faltered when he saw Steve stumbling.

“Damn, you’re drunk as fuck..”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Nuh uh..." He rolled his eyes.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally raised an eyebrow. "You're barely standing."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"But I am standin'."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"You tripped over air 5 seconds ago."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"yer seein' things."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..suuure."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"whatever .."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally walked back, slinging Steve's arm over his shoulders.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"what movies even playin'?"

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally glances at the screen and shrugs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve, as hard if seeing as always, squints up at the screen for five seconds before determining his answer. "Probably a beach movie 'gain..."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Mhm." He let Steve rest his weight on him, and started walking him to the seats.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve just wordlessly followed, uncharacteristically humming to himself.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He dropped Steve in the closest seat, flopping down next to him.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve doesn't even get a second to focus on the movie before he's nudging Dallas, jesturing towards the right of them a few rows up.

Paul Holden.... Sitting with his Soc crew.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dallas swore under his breath, deciding to blatantly ignore them as he was tipsy and Steve was drunk out of his mind, and they probably wouldn't survive a fight against that many Socs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Isn't.. Isn't that darry's situationship.. er.. ex situationship?" Steve drunkenly muttered.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"I think so."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"weird..."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He shrugged, eyes fixed on the screen without actually watching the movie.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Dallas drives up the trail, eyes scanning the road. He spots a figure standing in the shadows, squinting and pulling the car near it.

“Hey Steve! That you?”

-Dally / @sharp-as-a-blade

Steve looks up, sending Dally an awkward wave, rushing to his car with slurred movements, a little tipsy as he got in. "Hey, Dal."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"This is funner when a fight breaks out." He deadpans.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He agreed, stopping and standing up. “D’you wanna go bug someone?”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Duh." He agreed, downing the rest of his drink.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped a couple bills for the drinks, walking out the bar.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly got up, following after Dallas and pretending he didn't almost trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally unlocked the car, dropping into the driver’s seat.

“If the drive-in’s playin’ something we could find someone there…”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Fun.. m'ybe we c'n get popcorn?" He said as he slid in the passenger.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally started the engine and pulled out of the bar’s parking lot.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve leaned back in his seat, lighting up again.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The lights of the drive in became more visible as the car approached it, and Dally parked the car down the street.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve hurried out the car with another trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally, not noticing, headed towards the hole in the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly followed after Dally.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He climbed through, cursing as his jacket gets stuck on the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve stifles a laugh, grinning and unhooking Dally's jacket for him, sliding through the hole after him.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally quickly recovered, putting on a tuff mask as he weaved through the cars and people.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve didnt brother to do anything but follow Dally, more so because he was to focused on putting one foot in front of another.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally turned around to say something, then faltered when he saw Steve stumbling.

“Damn, you’re drunk as fuck..”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Nuh uh..." He rolled his eyes.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally raised an eyebrow. "You're barely standing."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"But I am standin'."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"You tripped over air 5 seconds ago."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"yer seein' things."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..suuure."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"whatever .."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally walked back, slinging Steve's arm over his shoulders.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"what movies even playin'?"

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally glances at the screen and shrugs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve, as hard if seeing as always, squints up at the screen for five seconds before determining his answer. "Probably a beach movie 'gain..."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Mhm." He let Steve rest his weight on him, and started walking him to the seats.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve just wordlessly followed, uncharacteristically humming to himself.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He dropped Steve in the closest seat, flopping down next to him.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve doesn't even get a second to focus on the movie before he's nudging Dallas, jesturing towards the right of them a few rows up.

Paul Holden.... Sitting with his Soc crew.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dallas swore under his breath, deciding to blatantly ignore them as he was tipsy and Steve was drunk out of his mind, and they probably wouldn't survive a fight against that many Socs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Isn't.. Isn't that darry's situationship.. er.. ex situationship?" Steve drunkenly muttered.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"I think so."

[dxgreasemonkey]

Dallas drives up the trail, eyes scanning the road. He spots a figure standing in the shadows, squinting and pulling the car near it.

“Hey Steve! That you?”

-Dally / @sharp-as-a-blade

Steve looks up, sending Dally an awkward wave, rushing to his car with slurred movements, a little tipsy as he got in. "Hey, Dal."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"This is funner when a fight breaks out." He deadpans.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He agreed, stopping and standing up. “D’you wanna go bug someone?”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Duh." He agreed, downing the rest of his drink.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped a couple bills for the drinks, walking out the bar.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly got up, following after Dallas and pretending he didn't almost trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally unlocked the car, dropping into the driver’s seat.

“If the drive-in’s playin’ something we could find someone there…”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Fun.. m'ybe we c'n get popcorn?" He said as he slid in the passenger.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally started the engine and pulled out of the bar’s parking lot.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve leaned back in his seat, lighting up again.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The lights of the drive in became more visible as the car approached it, and Dally parked the car down the street.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve hurried out the car with another trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally, not noticing, headed towards the hole in the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly followed after Dally.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He climbed through, cursing as his jacket gets stuck on the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve stifles a laugh, grinning and unhooking Dally's jacket for him, sliding through the hole after him.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally quickly recovered, putting on a tuff mask as he weaved through the cars and people.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve didnt brother to do anything but follow Dally, more so because he was to focused on putting one foot in front of another.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally turned around to say something, then faltered when he saw Steve stumbling.

“Damn, you’re drunk as fuck..”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Nuh uh..." He rolled his eyes.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally raised an eyebrow. "You're barely standing."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"But I am standin'."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"You tripped over air 5 seconds ago."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"yer seein' things."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..suuure."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"whatever .."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally walked back, slinging Steve's arm over his shoulders.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"what movies even playin'?"

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally glances at the screen and shrugs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve, as hard if seeing as always, squints up at the screen for five seconds before determining his answer. "Probably a beach movie 'gain..."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Mhm." He let Steve rest his weight on him, and started walking him to the seats.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve just wordlessly followed, uncharacteristically humming to himself.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He dropped Steve in the closest seat, flopping down next to him.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve doesn't even get a second to focus on the movie before he's nudging Dallas, jesturing towards the right of them a few rows up.

Paul Holden.... Sitting with his Soc crew.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dallas swore under his breath, deciding to blatantly ignore them as he was tipsy and Steve was drunk out of his mind, and they probably wouldn't survive a fight against that many Socs.

[ask-the-cade]

Fuck-! 'S an artery why is it squirting so much blood-

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally approached Johnny's form in the lot, ruffling his hair as he came up behind him. He leaned over his head, noticing the arm.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened here?"

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny jumps and quickly puts a hand over his arm to hide.*

"Hey Dally..!"

*He says in a shaky voice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped down beside Johnny, pulling off his hand to reveal the cuts.

"I thought I told you not to do that anymore."

[ask-the-cade]

Shit- sorry, man.

*Johnny puts his hand back immediately.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally swore, pulling Johnny up. "C'mon, we're goin' to Buck's."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stumbles slightly, having lost a lot of blood in the past minutes. His hand was covering the biggest slash, the one that's spraying, but blood was seeping through his fingers and palm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally notices, and slips off his jacket, giving it to Johnny.

"Here. Use this."

[ask-the-cade]

"I don't wanna soak yer jacket."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Jus' take it before ya' bleed out."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny hesitantly takes it, blood spraying when he moves his hand but he attempted to be quick.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally shifts awkwardly as he watches Johnny wrap the jacket around his arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*He eventually gets the jacket secure enough.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He started walking again, gesturing for Johnny to follow.

[ask-the-cade]

*He walks with him, lightheaded.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house eventually comes into view. Dally opens the door, heading in the direction of his room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He follows.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house was empty, since it was early, and there was no sign of Buck anywhere. He yanks the door to his room open, heading straight towards the restroom where the first-aid kid was.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stood still, not exactly knowing where Dally wanted him to go. He was too scared to get blood everywhere, knowing how much of a hassle it is to clean.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally emerged from the bathroom, first aid kit in hand, and set it on the floor. He started unwrapping the jacket, it having stopped the bleeding during the walk.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks down at Dally's movements. He frowns slightly at how it's stopped bleeding, but changes his expression so Dally doesn't notice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally paused, slightly taken aback at how it had already stopped.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks absent like he's zoned out. His mind keeps berating him on how it's stopped bleeding. It was spurting, spraying in time with his pulse just earlier, it having stopped already meant to his brain that it wasn't deep enough. He wishes he had his switchblade to go over it again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looked up, seeing Johnny's expression. He sighs and decides to confront him later. He stood up, picking up the first aid kit and

"C'mon, we haveta clean the cut."

He started towards the bathroom.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny shakily stands up and follows Dally, knowing he can just go over it again later. His mind won't stop punishing him.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He slips in, turning on the faucet and looks towards Johnny. He took his arm, running the lukewarm water over the cut.

[ask-the-cade]

*He winces slightly, the cut bleeding a small bit from the water.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabs the shitty soap from it's holder, scrubbing the area around the injury.

[ask-the-cade]

*He sucks in a sharp breath, but stays still and silent.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The room is silent, except for the sound of running water and breathing. He turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, dabbing Johnny's arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's still shaky from the blood-loss and leftover adrenaline.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally opens the first aid kit, taking the ointment from the box.

"This might sting."

[ask-the-cade]

*He nods.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He pops open the lid, squeezing a bit of ointment onto his fingers. He presses them onto the cut, moving to cover the whole thing.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's glad Dally doesn't make him get stitches. He sucks in a sharp breath at the pain but is secretly praying for the slash to bleed again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabbed the bandages, wrapping the arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stays still, silently looking at Dally bandaging his arm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He secured the bandages, checking it over and stretched.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny drops his arm and stares absently.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looks at him, concerned.

"Ya okay?"

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..Ya sure? You've been out of it ever since we got here."

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah, I'm okay."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally hesitated, then nodded and slipped past Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stayed still and silently sighed, running a hand along his face.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped onto the bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from the drawers.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny slowly slid down, sitting with his back against the wall.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He lit the cig, taking a drag and watching the smoke slowly fill the room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He shut his eyes, his mind rushing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He stared at the door, concerned that Johnny hadn't come out yet.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny was focused in on the bad thoughts his mind was tossing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally slipped back in the bathroom, sitting down next to Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's eyes opened as Dally appeared.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"I can tell something's wrong Johnny."

[ask-the-cade]

*He shrugged.*

"Ain't nothin' wrong, dal, I'm cool."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally sat in silence, thinking to himself.

"'s it the thoughts?"

[ask-the-cade]

"...Huh?"

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Those thoughts you told me about. Is it those?"

[ask-the-cade]

''I mean, I always have 'em. It ain't new."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"They can get worse though."

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah, occasionally."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"...And even if they ain't new, they can still bother you."

[ask-the-cade]

Fuck-! 'S an artery why is it squirting so much blood-

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally approached Johnny's form in the lot, ruffling his hair as he came up behind him. He leaned over his head, noticing the arm.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened here?"

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny jumps and quickly puts a hand over his arm to hide.*

"Hey Dally..!"

*He says in a shaky voice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped down beside Johnny, pulling off his hand to reveal the cuts.

"I thought I told you not to do that anymore."

[ask-the-cade]

Shit- sorry, man.

*Johnny puts his hand back immediately.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally swore, pulling Johnny up. "C'mon, we're goin' to Buck's."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stumbles slightly, having lost a lot of blood in the past minutes. His hand was covering the biggest slash, the one that's spraying, but blood was seeping through his fingers and palm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally notices, and slips off his jacket, giving it to Johnny.

"Here. Use this."

[ask-the-cade]

"I don't wanna soak yer jacket."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Jus' take it before ya' bleed out."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny hesitantly takes it, blood spraying when he moves his hand but he attempted to be quick.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally shifts awkwardly as he watches Johnny wrap the jacket around his arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*He eventually gets the jacket secure enough.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He started walking again, gesturing for Johnny to follow.

[ask-the-cade]

*He walks with him, lightheaded.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house eventually comes into view. Dally opens the door, heading in the direction of his room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He follows.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house was empty, since it was early, and there was no sign of Buck anywhere. He yanks the door to his room open, heading straight towards the restroom where the first-aid kid was.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stood still, not exactly knowing where Dally wanted him to go. He was too scared to get blood everywhere, knowing how much of a hassle it is to clean.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally emerged from the bathroom, first aid kit in hand, and set it on the floor. He started unwrapping the jacket, it having stopped the bleeding during the walk.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks down at Dally's movements. He frowns slightly at how it's stopped bleeding, but changes his expression so Dally doesn't notice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally paused, slightly taken aback at how it had already stopped.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks absent like he's zoned out. His mind keeps berating him on how it's stopped bleeding. It was spurting, spraying in time with his pulse just earlier, it having stopped already meant to his brain that it wasn't deep enough. He wishes he had his switchblade to go over it again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looked up, seeing Johnny's expression. He sighs and decides to confront him later. He stood up, picking up the first aid kit and

"C'mon, we haveta clean the cut."

He started towards the bathroom.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny shakily stands up and follows Dally, knowing he can just go over it again later. His mind won't stop punishing him.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He slips in, turning on the faucet and looks towards Johnny. He took his arm, running the lukewarm water over the cut.

[ask-the-cade]

*He winces slightly, the cut bleeding a small bit from the water.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabs the shitty soap from it's holder, scrubbing the area around the injury.

[ask-the-cade]

*He sucks in a sharp breath, but stays still and silent.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The room is silent, except for the sound of running water and breathing. He turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, dabbing Johnny's arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's still shaky from the blood-loss and leftover adrenaline.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally opens the first aid kit, taking the ointment from the box.

"This might sting."

[ask-the-cade]

*He nods.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He pops open the lid, squeezing a bit of ointment onto his fingers. He presses them onto the cut, moving to cover the whole thing.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's glad Dally doesn't make him get stitches. He sucks in a sharp breath at the pain but is secretly praying for the slash to bleed again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabbed the bandages, wrapping the arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stays still, silently looking at Dally bandaging his arm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He secured the bandages, checking it over and stretched.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny drops his arm and stares absently.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looks at him, concerned.

"Ya okay?"

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..Ya sure? You've been out of it ever since we got here."

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah, I'm okay."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally hesitated, then nodded and slipped past Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stayed still and silently sighed, running a hand along his face.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped onto the bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from the drawers.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny slowly slid down, sitting with his back against the wall.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He lit the cig, taking a drag and watching the smoke slowly fill the room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He shut his eyes, his mind rushing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He stared at the door, concerned that Johnny hadn't come out yet.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny was focused in on the bad thoughts his mind was tossing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally slipped back in the bathroom, sitting down next to Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's eyes opened as Dally appeared.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"I can tell something's wrong Johnny."

[ask-the-cade]

*He shrugged.*

"Ain't nothin' wrong, dal, I'm cool."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally sat in silence, thinking to himself.

"'s it the thoughts?"

[ask-the-cade]

"...Huh?"

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Those thoughts you told me about. Is it those?"

[ask-the-cade]

''I mean, I always have 'em. It ain't new."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"They can get worse though."

[ask-the-cade]

Fuck-! 'S an artery why is it squirting so much blood-

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally approached Johnny's form in the lot, ruffling his hair as he came up behind him. He leaned over his head, noticing the arm.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened here?"

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny jumps and quickly puts a hand over his arm to hide.*

"Hey Dally..!"

*He says in a shaky voice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped down beside Johnny, pulling off his hand to reveal the cuts.

"I thought I told you not to do that anymore."

[ask-the-cade]

Shit- sorry, man.

*Johnny puts his hand back immediately.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally swore, pulling Johnny up. "C'mon, we're goin' to Buck's."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stumbles slightly, having lost a lot of blood in the past minutes. His hand was covering the biggest slash, the one that's spraying, but blood was seeping through his fingers and palm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally notices, and slips off his jacket, giving it to Johnny.

"Here. Use this."

[ask-the-cade]

"I don't wanna soak yer jacket."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Jus' take it before ya' bleed out."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny hesitantly takes it, blood spraying when he moves his hand but he attempted to be quick.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally shifts awkwardly as he watches Johnny wrap the jacket around his arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*He eventually gets the jacket secure enough.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He started walking again, gesturing for Johnny to follow.

[ask-the-cade]

*He walks with him, lightheaded.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house eventually comes into view. Dally opens the door, heading in the direction of his room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He follows.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house was empty, since it was early, and there was no sign of Buck anywhere. He yanks the door to his room open, heading straight towards the restroom where the first-aid kid was.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stood still, not exactly knowing where Dally wanted him to go. He was too scared to get blood everywhere, knowing how much of a hassle it is to clean.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally emerged from the bathroom, first aid kit in hand, and set it on the floor. He started unwrapping the jacket, it having stopped the bleeding during the walk.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks down at Dally's movements. He frowns slightly at how it's stopped bleeding, but changes his expression so Dally doesn't notice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally paused, slightly taken aback at how it had already stopped.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks absent like he's zoned out. His mind keeps berating him on how it's stopped bleeding. It was spurting, spraying in time with his pulse just earlier, it having stopped already meant to his brain that it wasn't deep enough. He wishes he had his switchblade to go over it again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looked up, seeing Johnny's expression. He sighs and decides to confront him later. He stood up, picking up the first aid kit and

"C'mon, we haveta clean the cut."

He started towards the bathroom.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny shakily stands up and follows Dally, knowing he can just go over it again later. His mind won't stop punishing him.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He slips in, turning on the faucet and looks towards Johnny. He took his arm, running the lukewarm water over the cut.

[ask-the-cade]

*He winces slightly, the cut bleeding a small bit from the water.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabs the shitty soap from it's holder, scrubbing the area around the injury.

[ask-the-cade]

*He sucks in a sharp breath, but stays still and silent.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The room is silent, except for the sound of running water and breathing. He turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, dabbing Johnny's arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's still shaky from the blood-loss and leftover adrenaline.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally opens the first aid kit, taking the ointment from the box.

"This might sting."

[ask-the-cade]

*He nods.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He pops open the lid, squeezing a bit of ointment onto his fingers. He presses them onto the cut, moving to cover the whole thing.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's glad Dally doesn't make him get stitches. He sucks in a sharp breath at the pain but is secretly praying for the slash to bleed again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabbed the bandages, wrapping the arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stays still, silently looking at Dally bandaging his arm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He secured the bandages, checking it over and stretched.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny drops his arm and stares absently.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looks at him, concerned.

"Ya okay?"

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..Ya sure? You've been out of it ever since we got here."

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah, I'm okay."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally hesitated, then nodded and slipped past Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stayed still and silently sighed, running a hand along his face.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped onto the bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from the drawers.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny slowly slid down, sitting with his back against the wall.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He lit the cig, taking a drag and watching the smoke slowly fill the room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He shut his eyes, his mind rushing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He stared at the door, concerned that Johnny hadn't come out yet.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny was focused in on the bad thoughts his mind was tossing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally slipped back in the bathroom, sitting down next to Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's eyes opened as Dally appeared.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"I can tell something's wrong Johnny."

[ask-the-cade]

*He shrugged.*

"Ain't nothin' wrong, dal, I'm cool."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally sat in silence, thinking to himself.

"'s it the thoughts?"

[ask-the-cade]

"...Huh?"

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Those thoughts you told me about. Is it those?"

[ask-the-cade]

Fuck-! 'S an artery why is it squirting so much blood-

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally approached Johnny's form in the lot, ruffling his hair as he came up behind him. He leaned over his head, noticing the arm.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened here?"

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny jumps and quickly puts a hand over his arm to hide.*

"Hey Dally..!"

*He says in a shaky voice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped down beside Johnny, pulling off his hand to reveal the cuts.

"I thought I told you not to do that anymore."

[ask-the-cade]

Shit- sorry, man.

*Johnny puts his hand back immediately.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally swore, pulling Johnny up. "C'mon, we're goin' to Buck's."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stumbles slightly, having lost a lot of blood in the past minutes. His hand was covering the biggest slash, the one that's spraying, but blood was seeping through his fingers and palm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally notices, and slips off his jacket, giving it to Johnny.

"Here. Use this."

[ask-the-cade]

"I don't wanna soak yer jacket."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Jus' take it before ya' bleed out."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny hesitantly takes it, blood spraying when he moves his hand but he attempted to be quick.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally shifts awkwardly as he watches Johnny wrap the jacket around his arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*He eventually gets the jacket secure enough.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He started walking again, gesturing for Johnny to follow.

[ask-the-cade]

*He walks with him, lightheaded.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house eventually comes into view. Dally opens the door, heading in the direction of his room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He follows.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house was empty, since it was early, and there was no sign of Buck anywhere. He yanks the door to his room open, heading straight towards the restroom where the first-aid kid was.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stood still, not exactly knowing where Dally wanted him to go. He was too scared to get blood everywhere, knowing how much of a hassle it is to clean.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally emerged from the bathroom, first aid kit in hand, and set it on the floor. He started unwrapping the jacket, it having stopped the bleeding during the walk.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks down at Dally's movements. He frowns slightly at how it's stopped bleeding, but changes his expression so Dally doesn't notice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally paused, slightly taken aback at how it had already stopped.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks absent like he's zoned out. His mind keeps berating him on how it's stopped bleeding. It was spurting, spraying in time with his pulse just earlier, it having stopped already meant to his brain that it wasn't deep enough. He wishes he had his switchblade to go over it again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looked up, seeing Johnny's expression. He sighs and decides to confront him later. He stood up, picking up the first aid kit and

"C'mon, we haveta clean the cut."

He started towards the bathroom.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny shakily stands up and follows Dally, knowing he can just go over it again later. His mind won't stop punishing him.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He slips in, turning on the faucet and looks towards Johnny. He took his arm, running the lukewarm water over the cut.

[ask-the-cade]

*He winces slightly, the cut bleeding a small bit from the water.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabs the shitty soap from it's holder, scrubbing the area around the injury.

[ask-the-cade]

*He sucks in a sharp breath, but stays still and silent.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The room is silent, except for the sound of running water and breathing. He turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, dabbing Johnny's arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's still shaky from the blood-loss and leftover adrenaline.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally opens the first aid kit, taking the ointment from the box.

"This might sting."

[ask-the-cade]

*He nods.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He pops open the lid, squeezing a bit of ointment onto his fingers. He presses them onto the cut, moving to cover the whole thing.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's glad Dally doesn't make him get stitches. He sucks in a sharp breath at the pain but is secretly praying for the slash to bleed again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabbed the bandages, wrapping the arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stays still, silently looking at Dally bandaging his arm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He secured the bandages, checking it over and stretched.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny drops his arm and stares absently.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looks at him, concerned.

"Ya okay?"

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..Ya sure? You've been out of it ever since we got here."

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah, I'm okay."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally hesitated, then nodded and slipped past Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stayed still and silently sighed, running a hand along his face.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped onto the bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from the drawers.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny slowly slid down, sitting with his back against the wall.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He lit the cig, taking a drag and watching the smoke slowly fill the room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He shut his eyes, his mind rushing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He stared at the door, concerned that Johnny hadn't come out yet.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny was focused in on the bad thoughts his mind was tossing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally slipped back in the bathroom, sitting down next to Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's eyes opened as Dally appeared.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"I can tell something's wrong Johnny."

[ask-the-cade]

*He shrugged.*

"Ain't nothin' wrong, dal, I'm cool."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally sat in silence, thinking to himself.

"'s it the thoughts?"

[ask-the-cade]

Fuck-! 'S an artery why is it squirting so much blood-

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally approached Johnny's form in the lot, ruffling his hair as he came up behind him. He leaned over his head, noticing the arm.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened here?"

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny jumps and quickly puts a hand over his arm to hide.*

"Hey Dally..!"

*He says in a shaky voice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped down beside Johnny, pulling off his hand to reveal the cuts.

"I thought I told you not to do that anymore."

[ask-the-cade]

Shit- sorry, man.

*Johnny puts his hand back immediately.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally swore, pulling Johnny up. "C'mon, we're goin' to Buck's."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stumbles slightly, having lost a lot of blood in the past minutes. His hand was covering the biggest slash, the one that's spraying, but blood was seeping through his fingers and palm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally notices, and slips off his jacket, giving it to Johnny.

"Here. Use this."

[ask-the-cade]

"I don't wanna soak yer jacket."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Jus' take it before ya' bleed out."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny hesitantly takes it, blood spraying when he moves his hand but he attempted to be quick.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally shifts awkwardly as he watches Johnny wrap the jacket around his arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*He eventually gets the jacket secure enough.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He started walking again, gesturing for Johnny to follow.

[ask-the-cade]

*He walks with him, lightheaded.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house eventually comes into view. Dally opens the door, heading in the direction of his room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He follows.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house was empty, since it was early, and there was no sign of Buck anywhere. He yanks the door to his room open, heading straight towards the restroom where the first-aid kid was.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stood still, not exactly knowing where Dally wanted him to go. He was too scared to get blood everywhere, knowing how much of a hassle it is to clean.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally emerged from the bathroom, first aid kit in hand, and set it on the floor. He started unwrapping the jacket, it having stopped the bleeding during the walk.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks down at Dally's movements. He frowns slightly at how it's stopped bleeding, but changes his expression so Dally doesn't notice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally paused, slightly taken aback at how it had already stopped.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks absent like he's zoned out. His mind keeps berating him on how it's stopped bleeding. It was spurting, spraying in time with his pulse just earlier, it having stopped already meant to his brain that it wasn't deep enough. He wishes he had his switchblade to go over it again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looked up, seeing Johnny's expression. He sighs and decides to confront him later. He stood up, picking up the first aid kit and

"C'mon, we haveta clean the cut."

He started towards the bathroom.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny shakily stands up and follows Dally, knowing he can just go over it again later. His mind won't stop punishing him.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He slips in, turning on the faucet and looks towards Johnny. He took his arm, running the lukewarm water over the cut.

[ask-the-cade]

*He winces slightly, the cut bleeding a small bit from the water.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabs the shitty soap from it's holder, scrubbing the area around the injury.

[ask-the-cade]

*He sucks in a sharp breath, but stays still and silent.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The room is silent, except for the sound of running water and breathing. He turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, dabbing Johnny's arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's still shaky from the blood-loss and leftover adrenaline.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally opens the first aid kit, taking the ointment from the box.

"This might sting."

[ask-the-cade]

*He nods.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He pops open the lid, squeezing a bit of ointment onto his fingers. He presses them onto the cut, moving to cover the whole thing.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's glad Dally doesn't make him get stitches. He sucks in a sharp breath at the pain but is secretly praying for the slash to bleed again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabbed the bandages, wrapping the arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stays still, silently looking at Dally bandaging his arm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He secured the bandages, checking it over and stretched.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny drops his arm and stares absently.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looks at him, concerned.

"Ya okay?"

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..Ya sure? You've been out of it ever since we got here."

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah, I'm okay."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally hesitated, then nodded and slipped past Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stayed still and silently sighed, running a hand along his face.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped onto the bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from the drawers.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny slowly slid down, sitting with his back against the wall.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He lit the cig, taking a drag and watching the smoke slowly fill the room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He shut his eyes, his mind rushing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He stared at the door, concerned that Johnny hadn't come out yet.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny was focused in on the bad thoughts his mind was tossing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally slipped back in the bathroom, sitting down next to Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's eyes opened as Dally appeared.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"I can tell something's wrong Johnny."

[ask-the-cade]

Fuck-! 'S an artery why is it squirting so much blood-

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally approached Johnny's form in the lot, ruffling his hair as he came up behind him. He leaned over his head, noticing the arm.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened here?"

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny jumps and quickly puts a hand over his arm to hide.*

"Hey Dally..!"

*He says in a shaky voice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped down beside Johnny, pulling off his hand to reveal the cuts.

"I thought I told you not to do that anymore."

[ask-the-cade]

Shit- sorry, man.

*Johnny puts his hand back immediately.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally swore, pulling Johnny up. "C'mon, we're goin' to Buck's."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stumbles slightly, having lost a lot of blood in the past minutes. His hand was covering the biggest slash, the one that's spraying, but blood was seeping through his fingers and palm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally notices, and slips off his jacket, giving it to Johnny.

"Here. Use this."

[ask-the-cade]

"I don't wanna soak yer jacket."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Jus' take it before ya' bleed out."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny hesitantly takes it, blood spraying when he moves his hand but he attempted to be quick.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally shifts awkwardly as he watches Johnny wrap the jacket around his arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*He eventually gets the jacket secure enough.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He started walking again, gesturing for Johnny to follow.

[ask-the-cade]

*He walks with him, lightheaded.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house eventually comes into view. Dally opens the door, heading in the direction of his room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He follows.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house was empty, since it was early, and there was no sign of Buck anywhere. He yanks the door to his room open, heading straight towards the restroom where the first-aid kid was.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stood still, not exactly knowing where Dally wanted him to go. He was too scared to get blood everywhere, knowing how much of a hassle it is to clean.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally emerged from the bathroom, first aid kit in hand, and set it on the floor. He started unwrapping the jacket, it having stopped the bleeding during the walk.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks down at Dally's movements. He frowns slightly at how it's stopped bleeding, but changes his expression so Dally doesn't notice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally paused, slightly taken aback at how it had already stopped.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks absent like he's zoned out. His mind keeps berating him on how it's stopped bleeding. It was spurting, spraying in time with his pulse just earlier, it having stopped already meant to his brain that it wasn't deep enough. He wishes he had his switchblade to go over it again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looked up, seeing Johnny's expression. He sighs and decides to confront him later. He stood up, picking up the first aid kit and

"C'mon, we haveta clean the cut."

He started towards the bathroom.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny shakily stands up and follows Dally, knowing he can just go over it again later. His mind won't stop punishing him.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He slips in, turning on the faucet and looks towards Johnny. He took his arm, running the lukewarm water over the cut.

[ask-the-cade]

*He winces slightly, the cut bleeding a small bit from the water.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabs the shitty soap from it's holder, scrubbing the area around the injury.

[ask-the-cade]

*He sucks in a sharp breath, but stays still and silent.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The room is silent, except for the sound of running water and breathing. He turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, dabbing Johnny's arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's still shaky from the blood-loss and leftover adrenaline.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally opens the first aid kit, taking the ointment from the box.

"This might sting."

[ask-the-cade]

*He nods.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He pops open the lid, squeezing a bit of ointment onto his fingers. He presses them onto the cut, moving to cover the whole thing.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's glad Dally doesn't make him get stitches. He sucks in a sharp breath at the pain but is secretly praying for the slash to bleed again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabbed the bandages, wrapping the arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stays still, silently looking at Dally bandaging his arm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He secured the bandages, checking it over and stretched.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny drops his arm and stares absently.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looks at him, concerned.

"Ya okay?"

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..Ya sure? You've been out of it ever since we got here."

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah, I'm okay."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally hesitated, then nodded and slipped past Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stayed still and silently sighed, running a hand along his face.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped onto the bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from the drawers.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny slowly slid down, sitting with his back against the wall.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He lit the cig, taking a drag and watching the smoke slowly fill the room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He shut his eyes, his mind rushing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He stared at the door, concerned that Johnny hadn't come out yet.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny was focused in on the bad thoughts his mind was tossing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally slipped back in the bathroom, sitting down next to Johnny.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Dallas drives up the trail, eyes scanning the road. He spots a figure standing in the shadows, squinting and pulling the car near it.

“Hey Steve! That you?”

-Dally / @sharp-as-a-blade

Steve looks up, sending Dally an awkward wave, rushing to his car with slurred movements, a little tipsy as he got in. "Hey, Dal."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"This is funner when a fight breaks out." He deadpans.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He agreed, stopping and standing up. “D’you wanna go bug someone?”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Duh." He agreed, downing the rest of his drink.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped a couple bills for the drinks, walking out the bar.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly got up, following after Dallas and pretending he didn't almost trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally unlocked the car, dropping into the driver’s seat.

“If the drive-in’s playin’ something we could find someone there…”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Fun.. m'ybe we c'n get popcorn?" He said as he slid in the passenger.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally started the engine and pulled out of the bar’s parking lot.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve leaned back in his seat, lighting up again.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The lights of the drive in became more visible as the car approached it, and Dally parked the car down the street.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve hurried out the car with another trip.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally, not noticing, headed towards the hole in the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve quickly followed after Dally.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He climbed through, cursing as his jacket gets stuck on the fence.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve stifles a laugh, grinning and unhooking Dally's jacket for him, sliding through the hole after him.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally quickly recovered, putting on a tuff mask as he weaved through the cars and people.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve didnt brother to do anything but follow Dally, more so because he was to focused on putting one foot in front of another.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally turned around to say something, then faltered when he saw Steve stumbling.

“Damn, you’re drunk as fuck..”

[dxgreasemonkey]

"Nuh uh..." He rolled his eyes.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally raised an eyebrow. "You're barely standing."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"But I am standin'."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"You tripped over air 5 seconds ago."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"yer seein' things."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..suuure."

[dxgreasemonkey]

"whatever .."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally walked back, slinging Steve's arm over his shoulders.

[dxgreasemonkey]

"what movies even playin'?"

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally glances at the screen and shrugs.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve, as hard if seeing as always, squints up at the screen for five seconds before determining his answer. "Probably a beach movie 'gain..."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Mhm." He let Steve rest his weight on him, and started walking him to the seats.

[dxgreasemonkey]

Steve just wordlessly followed, uncharacteristically humming to himself.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He dropped Steve in the closest seat, flopping down next to him.

[ask-the-cade]

Fuck-! 'S an artery why is it squirting so much blood-

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally approached Johnny's form in the lot, ruffling his hair as he came up behind him. He leaned over his head, noticing the arm.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened here?"

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny jumps and quickly puts a hand over his arm to hide.*

"Hey Dally..!"

*He says in a shaky voice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped down beside Johnny, pulling off his hand to reveal the cuts.

"I thought I told you not to do that anymore."

[ask-the-cade]

Shit- sorry, man.

*Johnny puts his hand back immediately.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally swore, pulling Johnny up. "C'mon, we're goin' to Buck's."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stumbles slightly, having lost a lot of blood in the past minutes. His hand was covering the biggest slash, the one that's spraying, but blood was seeping through his fingers and palm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally notices, and slips off his jacket, giving it to Johnny.

"Here. Use this."

[ask-the-cade]

"I don't wanna soak yer jacket."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Jus' take it before ya' bleed out."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny hesitantly takes it, blood spraying when he moves his hand but he attempted to be quick.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally shifts awkwardly as he watches Johnny wrap the jacket around his arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*He eventually gets the jacket secure enough.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He started walking again, gesturing for Johnny to follow.

[ask-the-cade]

*He walks with him, lightheaded.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house eventually comes into view. Dally opens the door, heading in the direction of his room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He follows.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house was empty, since it was early, and there was no sign of Buck anywhere. He yanks the door to his room open, heading straight towards the restroom where the first-aid kid was.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stood still, not exactly knowing where Dally wanted him to go. He was too scared to get blood everywhere, knowing how much of a hassle it is to clean.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally emerged from the bathroom, first aid kit in hand, and set it on the floor. He started unwrapping the jacket, it having stopped the bleeding during the walk.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks down at Dally's movements. He frowns slightly at how it's stopped bleeding, but changes his expression so Dally doesn't notice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally paused, slightly taken aback at how it had already stopped.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks absent like he's zoned out. His mind keeps berating him on how it's stopped bleeding. It was spurting, spraying in time with his pulse just earlier, it having stopped already meant to his brain that it wasn't deep enough. He wishes he had his switchblade to go over it again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looked up, seeing Johnny's expression. He sighs and decides to confront him later. He stood up, picking up the first aid kit and

"C'mon, we haveta clean the cut."

He started towards the bathroom.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny shakily stands up and follows Dally, knowing he can just go over it again later. His mind won't stop punishing him.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He slips in, turning on the faucet and looks towards Johnny. He took his arm, running the lukewarm water over the cut.

[ask-the-cade]

*He winces slightly, the cut bleeding a small bit from the water.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabs the shitty soap from it's holder, scrubbing the area around the injury.

[ask-the-cade]

*He sucks in a sharp breath, but stays still and silent.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The room is silent, except for the sound of running water and breathing. He turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, dabbing Johnny's arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's still shaky from the blood-loss and leftover adrenaline.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally opens the first aid kit, taking the ointment from the box.

"This might sting."

[ask-the-cade]

*He nods.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He pops open the lid, squeezing a bit of ointment onto his fingers. He presses them onto the cut, moving to cover the whole thing.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's glad Dally doesn't make him get stitches. He sucks in a sharp breath at the pain but is secretly praying for the slash to bleed again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabbed the bandages, wrapping the arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stays still, silently looking at Dally bandaging his arm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He secured the bandages, checking it over and stretched.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny drops his arm and stares absently.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looks at him, concerned.

"Ya okay?"

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..Ya sure? You've been out of it ever since we got here."

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah, I'm okay."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally hesitated, then nodded and slipped past Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stayed still and silently sighed, running a hand along his face.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped onto the bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from the drawers.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny slowly slid down, sitting with his back against the wall.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He lit the cig, taking a drag and watching the smoke slowly fill the room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He shut his eyes, his mind rushing.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He stared at the door, concerned that Johnny hadn't come out yet.

[ask-the-cade]

Fuck-! 'S an artery why is it squirting so much blood-

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally approached Johnny's form in the lot, ruffling his hair as he came up behind him. He leaned over his head, noticing the arm.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened here?"

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny jumps and quickly puts a hand over his arm to hide.*

"Hey Dally..!"

*He says in a shaky voice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped down beside Johnny, pulling off his hand to reveal the cuts.

"I thought I told you not to do that anymore."

[ask-the-cade]

Shit- sorry, man.

*Johnny puts his hand back immediately.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally swore, pulling Johnny up. "C'mon, we're goin' to Buck's."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stumbles slightly, having lost a lot of blood in the past minutes. His hand was covering the biggest slash, the one that's spraying, but blood was seeping through his fingers and palm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally notices, and slips off his jacket, giving it to Johnny.

"Here. Use this."

[ask-the-cade]

"I don't wanna soak yer jacket."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Jus' take it before ya' bleed out."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny hesitantly takes it, blood spraying when he moves his hand but he attempted to be quick.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally shifts awkwardly as he watches Johnny wrap the jacket around his arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*He eventually gets the jacket secure enough.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He started walking again, gesturing for Johnny to follow.

[ask-the-cade]

*He walks with him, lightheaded.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house eventually comes into view. Dally opens the door, heading in the direction of his room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He follows.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house was empty, since it was early, and there was no sign of Buck anywhere. He yanks the door to his room open, heading straight towards the restroom where the first-aid kid was.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stood still, not exactly knowing where Dally wanted him to go. He was too scared to get blood everywhere, knowing how much of a hassle it is to clean.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally emerged from the bathroom, first aid kit in hand, and set it on the floor. He started unwrapping the jacket, it having stopped the bleeding during the walk.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks down at Dally's movements. He frowns slightly at how it's stopped bleeding, but changes his expression so Dally doesn't notice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally paused, slightly taken aback at how it had already stopped.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks absent like he's zoned out. His mind keeps berating him on how it's stopped bleeding. It was spurting, spraying in time with his pulse just earlier, it having stopped already meant to his brain that it wasn't deep enough. He wishes he had his switchblade to go over it again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looked up, seeing Johnny's expression. He sighs and decides to confront him later. He stood up, picking up the first aid kit and

"C'mon, we haveta clean the cut."

He started towards the bathroom.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny shakily stands up and follows Dally, knowing he can just go over it again later. His mind won't stop punishing him.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He slips in, turning on the faucet and looks towards Johnny. He took his arm, running the lukewarm water over the cut.

[ask-the-cade]

*He winces slightly, the cut bleeding a small bit from the water.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabs the shitty soap from it's holder, scrubbing the area around the injury.

[ask-the-cade]

*He sucks in a sharp breath, but stays still and silent.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The room is silent, except for the sound of running water and breathing. He turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, dabbing Johnny's arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's still shaky from the blood-loss and leftover adrenaline.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally opens the first aid kit, taking the ointment from the box.

"This might sting."

[ask-the-cade]

*He nods.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He pops open the lid, squeezing a bit of ointment onto his fingers. He presses them onto the cut, moving to cover the whole thing.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's glad Dally doesn't make him get stitches. He sucks in a sharp breath at the pain but is secretly praying for the slash to bleed again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabbed the bandages, wrapping the arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stays still, silently looking at Dally bandaging his arm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He secured the bandages, checking it over and stretched.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny drops his arm and stares absently.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looks at him, concerned.

"Ya okay?"

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..Ya sure? You've been out of it ever since we got here."

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah, I'm okay."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally hesitated, then nodded and slipped past Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stayed still and silently sighed, running a hand along his face.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped onto the bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from the drawers.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny slowly slid down, sitting with his back against the wall.

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He lit the cig, taking a drag and watching the smoke slowly fill the room.

[ask-the-cade]

Fuck-! 'S an artery why is it squirting so much blood-

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally approached Johnny's form in the lot, ruffling his hair as he came up behind him. He leaned over his head, noticing the arm.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened here?"

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny jumps and quickly puts a hand over his arm to hide.*

"Hey Dally..!"

*He says in a shaky voice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped down beside Johnny, pulling off his hand to reveal the cuts.

"I thought I told you not to do that anymore."

[ask-the-cade]

Shit- sorry, man.

*Johnny puts his hand back immediately.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally swore, pulling Johnny up. "C'mon, we're goin' to Buck's."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stumbles slightly, having lost a lot of blood in the past minutes. His hand was covering the biggest slash, the one that's spraying, but blood was seeping through his fingers and palm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally notices, and slips off his jacket, giving it to Johnny.

"Here. Use this."

[ask-the-cade]

"I don't wanna soak yer jacket."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"Jus' take it before ya' bleed out."

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny hesitantly takes it, blood spraying when he moves his hand but he attempted to be quick.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally shifts awkwardly as he watches Johnny wrap the jacket around his arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*He eventually gets the jacket secure enough.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He started walking again, gesturing for Johnny to follow.

[ask-the-cade]

*He walks with him, lightheaded.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house eventually comes into view. Dally opens the door, heading in the direction of his room.

[ask-the-cade]

*He follows.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The house was empty, since it was early, and there was no sign of Buck anywhere. He yanks the door to his room open, heading straight towards the restroom where the first-aid kid was.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stood still, not exactly knowing where Dally wanted him to go. He was too scared to get blood everywhere, knowing how much of a hassle it is to clean.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally emerged from the bathroom, first aid kit in hand, and set it on the floor. He started unwrapping the jacket, it having stopped the bleeding during the walk.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks down at Dally's movements. He frowns slightly at how it's stopped bleeding, but changes his expression so Dally doesn't notice.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally paused, slightly taken aback at how it had already stopped.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny looks absent like he's zoned out. His mind keeps berating him on how it's stopped bleeding. It was spurting, spraying in time with his pulse just earlier, it having stopped already meant to his brain that it wasn't deep enough. He wishes he had his switchblade to go over it again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looked up, seeing Johnny's expression. He sighs and decides to confront him later. He stood up, picking up the first aid kit and

"C'mon, we haveta clean the cut."

He started towards the bathroom.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny shakily stands up and follows Dally, knowing he can just go over it again later. His mind won't stop punishing him.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He slips in, turning on the faucet and looks towards Johnny. He took his arm, running the lukewarm water over the cut.

[ask-the-cade]

*He winces slightly, the cut bleeding a small bit from the water.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabs the shitty soap from it's holder, scrubbing the area around the injury.

[ask-the-cade]

*He sucks in a sharp breath, but stays still and silent.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

The room is silent, except for the sound of running water and breathing. He turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, dabbing Johnny's arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's still shaky from the blood-loss and leftover adrenaline.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally opens the first aid kit, taking the ointment from the box.

"This might sting."

[ask-the-cade]

*He nods.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He pops open the lid, squeezing a bit of ointment onto his fingers. He presses them onto the cut, moving to cover the whole thing.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny's glad Dally doesn't make him get stitches. He sucks in a sharp breath at the pain but is secretly praying for the slash to bleed again.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally grabbed the bandages, wrapping the arm.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stays still, silently looking at Dally bandaging his arm.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

He secured the bandages, checking it over and stretched.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny drops his arm and stares absently.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally looks at him, concerned.

"Ya okay?"

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

"..Ya sure? You've been out of it ever since we got here."

[ask-the-cade]

"Yeah, I'm okay."

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally hesitated, then nodded and slipped past Johnny.

[ask-the-cade]

*Johnny stayed still and silently sighed, running a hand along his face.*

[sharp-as-a-blade]

Dally dropped onto the bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from the drawers.