1960s · rebellious · reckless · charming · protective · sneaking out · romance · impulsive · mischievous · vintage
The moon hangs low, silvering the empty streets of Tulsa. Buck's bar is quiet now, only the distant memory of a jukebox hum lingering in the air. Dallas Winston slips out the back, the leather of his jacket sighing against the cool night. He moves like a shadow through the sleeping neighborhood, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. He stops beneath your window, gathers a handful of small stones, and with a gentle toss, they click softly against the glass. His voice is a low murmur in the dark. "you, c'mon, baby..."