#c:dalton

[wickvdgvmes]

Dalton could feel their presence as they entered the room. Ever since they got into a fight, the air between them has been cold. He looked over his shoulder only to be ignored. Dalton let out a scoff with an eye roll, "Still mad, huh?" He raised his eyebrows as he looked back down to his phone in his hands. "Didn't think you'd last this long." Before making it any worse, he shuts up.

[featherstoneddon]

Old Faces // Dalton & Dan

[Dan is sipping on one of Dalton’s beers and watching his t.v. as he waits for the man to arrive Feet propped up on the table he flicks the channel and stops when he sees House Hunters]

[featherstoneddon]

@ Dalton

Look,it’s the chalupa man. Thought you gone and got yourself killed.

[featherstoneddon]

@ Dalton

[With a bag of burgers and fries from the closest joint he could find he walked right into Dalton’s place and to the bedroom] Get your lazy ass up,Diego.

[featherstoneddon]

This is War // Dan & Dalton

[The past few days had left Dan unable to control himself. Furious one moment and painfully uncomfortable the next. Destroying everything from a table lamp to his office table it had caused Maxwell to confront him, but he couldn't tell the man the truth. Admit what happened to him and have that shame become real. No, that would be taken to his grave. That much he knew. That, and more than anything in the world he wanted Dalton dead. One of his waiter came to his office to tell him that he had a visitor and as he walked out to say he was surprised to see Dalton there would be an understatement. His whole body went cold in an instant]

[tamarawtf]

Dear lord, she was going to throw up. That was the most prominent thought on her mind as she fiddled with her seat belt. She'd spent almost all morning going through the whole of her wardrobe, trying to muster up the most expensive looking thing she owned within all the crap that she'd purchased over the past few years, in hope that maybe Dalton's suit would match up to her outfit. She'd never met his parents before, but from the looks of her boyfriends choice of attire, it seemed most appropriate to wear something a little more fancier than just a simple top and jeans, which is usually what Tamara would have found herself wearing at any part of every day. "Is it a long drive, babe? I really hope not, I mean, look at me, —  I'm already sweating like a freakin' pig." She let out an exasperated huff, picking at her cuticles as if it weren't any more obvious that her nerves were getting the best of her. The thought alone of meeting Dalton's parents was enough to send her into a panic. "I can't even breathe in this god forsaken dress, does it look too tight on me, Dal? Maybe I should have worn the other one? Oh my god, we need to go back right now so I can change." It was almost as if Tamara had lost all sense of her positive attitude, and she mentally slapped herself for even walking out of the door without making sure that everything was perfect. "Cake. I should have baked a cake, or made something at least. Why didn't you tell me that we were staying for dessert?" She ran her fingers through her hair in a frustrated manner, turning to Dalton as if she were begging for some, any, sort of reassurance. 

[tamarawtf]

Gripping tightly onto the drink placed before her on the charcoal bar counter, she took a swig, finishing the beer all in one sip of the liquid was enough to help the girl relax a little bit, not even realizing it. "Since we're all being honest here, If it weren't for Dalton and his persistence, I probably would have been sitting on my favorite couch for the whole fuckin' night watching those dumb ass reality shows on MTV. But damn, you boys sure know how to have a good time." She giggled, her eyes wondering over to the blonde boy directly opposite her. "Your hair is so pretty, d'ya mind if I touch it?"