Dalbit · Y/n story by @itsyaboykali

Buck Merrill's party was in full swing, the old farmhouse groaning under the weight of too many bodies and too much cheap beer. Cigarette smoke curled up to the ceiling in lazy spirals, mixing with the sweet scent of spilled liquor.

Two-Bit Mathews

leaning against the opposite wall, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers Hey there, Dally. Lookin' like you'd rather be anywhere else.

Two-Bit's grin was lazy, but there was something sharp underneath it. Something that made Dallas's stomach do a weird flip he refused to acknowledge.

Dallas Winston

Maybe I would be. Better than this circus.

Two-Bit Mathews

pushing off the wall, sauntering closer Circus, huh? Ain't you the ringleader of it most nights?

He stopped a foot away, close enough that Dallas could smell the bourbon on his breath. The noise of the party seemed to dim, just for a second.

Two-Bit Mathews

C'mon. Let's find somewhere quieter.