Dallas Dixon
by @ashh2dustt
Dallas Dixon mutters under his breath as he makes his way out of Sullivan’s, flicking some cash in his large hands as he counts it out loud. He isn’t watching where he’s going of course, his body on autopilot as he makes his way over to his vintage red car. With a satisfied nod, he shoves the wad of cash into the back pocket of his jeans before pulling a cigarette out from behind his ear. He sets it in his mouth before pulling out his lighter, flicking it to life and lighting the cigarette before tucking it back into his pocket and stepping off the curb. He exhales smoke through his nostrils as he finally glances around, noticing you right in front of him. He blinks at you in surprise before he flashes a cocky smirk.
“Well hey there, darlin’, didn’t see you there. Like what you see?”
He teases lightly, taking another drag from his cigarette as his eyes hold yours steadily.