Dallas Ainsley

Clem arches an eyebrow at him. “You draw?” She thinks over his question before responding. Trust doesn’t come easily to Clem. It never has. “I was born into it,” she answers.

He relaxes, " I was initiated into it..." Dallas stares at her beautiful face. "Tell me more about you?" He grabs his notebook from his pocket and a pen placing it between his teeth before bringing it down to sketch.

Dallas watches as the shaker moves to the other girl. "Uh." He realizes he is caught in a lie, she was a witch too? "Sorry. I didn't know." Is all he can think to say, he runs his tongue across his teeth. "How long have you been... well..." he tiptoes around the word as if it would set fire if he spoke it. "Witch." He lowly whispers.

Dallas glances up at the beautiful figure infront of him, she's chastising him but all he focus on is her eyes. He looks at his hands and back at her, a worried awkard look sprawls upon his face but he replaces it with s lopsided grin. "I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. Witchcraft? Isn't that a bit dated?" He chuckles playing it off because it may have been easier to act like she was crazy? <i> Yeah Dal, let's lie to this girl and see where it goes nice choice... Should have told the honesty. </i> His sarcasm in his head causes him to shift awkardly but he keeps a composure staring at the girl.

Dallas winces as he stands up "Yeah, I'm just... a bit in pain but I can handle it." If he were a more advanced witch he could probably perform a healing spell. "Lead the way?" He finishes spitting out some more blood at the ground. "I can't thank you enough."

Dallas didn't like to admit when he needed help... but she seems friendly and he is bleeding. "I don't normally accept help but..." he sighs then glances at her smiles, and winces from the pain. "I trust you to help me."

“I’ll take you to my place. But if you breathe a word of anything you see there I will leave you in worse condition than this. Got it?” It was a large threat and an empty one, mostly. It wasn’t empty if he would csuse Harm to Logan. But if not, they were okay

Dallas eyes widen, was she a drug dealer? Was she hiding a dead body? He wonders, is this a good idea? "Uhm... Actually I think I will be fine." Dallas replies spitting blood on the pavement. "I mean... I" he stand up and winces "Ah ah fuck..." he whispers, he had powers on his side so if she attacked him he was sure he could handle it. "Okay lets go."

“Dont be an idiot.” Lissa touched his cheek lightly. “I can take care of this. If you’ll let me.”

Dallas laughs "pretty sure it's too late to not be an idiot." Dallas looks at Lissa, "Uhm... Alright." He shrugs.

Henry reached for the other but his hand fell short. He almost forgot that he couldn’t heal anyone anymore. “Sir,” he said feebly, “I can’t possibly leave you here on your own accord. Let me walk you somewhere. I dont mean a hospital, but somewhere that isn’t the middle of nowhere. I haven’t my driving license yet, but if you won’t let me help clean you up, which frankly is still on the table, let me escort you somewhere. I won’t take no for an answer. I’m Henry and I don’t have any other plans besides to help you. So… I suppose you’re stuck with me,” he finished almost defiantly, with his head a little taller. He didn’t usually speak that way to people, but he felt like a good Samaritan whether this boy wanted him or not.

Dallas felt a warm sensation due to the caring heart of the stranger, however he still felt like a burden. "No hospitals..." Dallas spit blood turning back to the other, "Okay, it might not be a bad idea to find another place... I don't exactly have a house here, was trying to get a motel but... yeah. So just a nights rest and I'll be on my way?" Dallas asks. "I mean, no. I can't do that I will be fine truly I have had worse."

Dallas brings the cigarette to his lips smiling. "I have not, show me it?" He grins as he takes a drag from it.

"What's Friendlies?" He asks cooking his head to the side. He takes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it, "you mind?"

"Oh gosh, I am sorry. I didn't mean to start anything I just recognized it but... Oh gee." Dallas starts feeling bad.

Dallas feels a rush to his cheeks becoming flustered. "Any specific setting?" He grins idiotically as he slurps out more of his Razzie.

"Wow you're a young mother!" His mouth gapes open. "So what brought you to Sioux?" He grins.

"Oh my she's so grown up!" He smiles. "How old are you?"

"I mean it can be a friend date if that's too..." he starts to interrupt but as she finishes her sentence he allows a giddy grin. "Really? Are you sure? Because I mean I am a bit weird and a date with me is.... I am hurting my chances aren't I?" He clams up.