Whoever this chick was, she sure was a feisty one. Dallas liked that about her. A girl with some spunk was fun, and it was more interesting than the girls who would just roll their eyes and walk away. Sure, this broad wasn’t enjoying his company, but she was at least tolerating it–even if only because both of them were too stubborn to give in and move, because that would be admitting defeat.

Hearing a giggle spring forth from the girl had taken him by surprise, but pleasantly so. Finally he was getting something other than a death glare. Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t be at each others throats for the entirety of the show. “Name’s Dallas. I haven’t seen you around these parts. Figure I’d recognize a pretty face like that.” And especially a fiery personality like she had. She’d have surely stuck out to him earlier. “You new here or somethin’?” Or had he just never ran into her until now?

                    straw is brought back up to her lips as eyes scan over him, the woman trying to decide if he was really worthy of her name.  tongue clicks, brows slowly raising as he proceeds to question her  --  maybe he was okay for now.

          “     AELIANA.  I  just  moved  here  a  couple  weeks  ago  --  hang  around  here  a  lot,     “  she mumbles out her response, finger reaching up to twirl reddish hair.          “     be  quiet  now,  huh  ?     “

Again, Dallas proceeded to ignore her. Hygiene comments were nothing out of the ordinary for him being a greaser, but in fact he kept up with his hygiene pretty damn good. Leaning in real close, rough, calloused hands began to feel around the stranger’s arm, shoulder and chest area. He lifted her hair, taking a peek under it before his eyes roamed lower. It was only for a moment, as his gaze promptly snapped back to her.

“You got an off button, lady? I think whoever made ya might’ve left that part out.” And again he was looking at the screen, which didn’t have anything too interesting going on just yet. Once the movie started, there would surely be people yelling at them to be quiet or leave if they couldn’t put an end to their bickering.

                    he’s stubborn, that was clear enough  --  aeliana should have just moved by this point.

                                            her teeth begin to grind as he comes closer, and suddenly  --  she takes the chance and begins trying to rock his chair, both to shake him away from her &&. get his hands off, &&. to give him a good reason to move.

          “     STUBBORN BASTARD,  aren’t  you  ?  i  like  that.     “

Catching the cigarette that had been flicked back at him, though not without a slight fumble as he almost dropped it, he placed it back into the pack inside his pocket. The girl’s legs coming to rest over his lap didn’t seem to phase him any either. Instead, Dallas just rested one of his hands atop of her legs and tapped his cigarette with his other hand, allowing the ashes to fall onto her pants.

“What’s got you in such a bad mood? You get stood up or somethin’?” Dallas asked, wondering if perhaps that was why she was trying to keep anyone from sitting in the seat next to her. He didn’t care either way. If she had a boyfriend she was waiting on, she could move her ass elsewhere to get a seat with him.

                   just the idea of her actually being here waiting on someone makes her snicker, though it’s quickly cut off as he touches her again.  she could kick him now, in a spot no man would really appreciate too much  --  and he would have been asking for it ...

                                       he was doing his best to annoy her, clearly  --  maybe she could just do it right back.  any sensible person would have just ignored him or gotten up to move, but not her.  he hadn’t given her a good opportunity, though.  for now, insults were what she had to lean on.

Words seemed to have fallen upon deaf ears, as Dallas had zero intentions of following through with her demands. Nobody told him what to do, and this chick was no exception to that rule. He liked her brazenness, though. Rather than offending him, it only intrigued him. A mischievous glint was in his eyes while his lips formed a crooked, half grin. He took a long drag from his cigarette before pushing past her.

Reaching down, he pushed her legs off of the chair and then took the seat for himself. “Who’re you to tell me what to do, huh?” There was a break in his words, the greaser blowing out excess smoke in her direction. “If you wanna move, be my guest, princess.” He kicked up his feet to rest them on the chair in front of him. “I ain’t movin’.”

                       there’s an annoyed hiss as she’s touched, brow raising as he forcefully claims the seat as his own.  usually she’s able to scare people off easy enough  --  though he appeared to be just about as stubborn as she was.

                                               her legs go right back up into their previous position with no hesitance, now slung casually across his lap.  drink comes back up to her lips, cigarette resting on her flicked right back at him.  if he wasn’t going to get away from her now, perhaps he needed more of a reason to, &&. aeliana had no issue giving him one.

It wasn’t too often that Dallas went to the drive-in theater, but it could be fun once in a while to go with friends or to try to pick up women. Hell, sometimes it was fun to just get under their skin and get a rise out of them. He lacked respect, but nobody would ever catch him groveling for forgiveness. Dallas Winston was the type who did what he wanted, when he wanted.

The seat that he was going for was being guarded by some chick with nice hair and a pretty face, but she had a mean look about her. It didn’t deter Dallas any, though. He merely took it as a challenge; one that he was determined to win. “Yeah? Well, I don’t see nobody sittin’ there, so that makes it mine now.” He remained in place, but he’d take further action and move her feet himself if he had to.

“Loosen up a little, lady. Have a smoke or somethin’.” Digging in the pocket on the inside of his jacket, Dallas grabbed two cigarettes and offered one to the stranger. The other one was rested between his lips.

          “     MY LEGS ‘re  on  it,  makes  it  mine.  there’s  a  seat  back  there  --  move  it.     “

                    the cigarette is plucked from his hold and dropped onto the stomach of the teenager, who simply leans back.  she’s staring at the screen behind him, orange - ish eyes focusing on the rather boring film in order to avoid making a scene.

                                           she had never been good at dealing with her emotions, though anger was shown freely  --  almost like a weapon, something to protect herself with.  this guy wasn’t very threatening.  easy on the eyes, almost pleasant  --  though her nose scrunches up at even the slightest glance.