where: golden hour lounge
For the most part, Dallas felt useless in his current situation. Cut off from the fire station and marooned at the Lounge, he knew the best way he could help was to stay put and make sure no one did anything reckless, but that didn't mean his instincts weren't telling him he should be elsewhere with his brothers-in-fire-alarms.
Running into flames was second nature to him, he had no idea how to wait out water.
So, he did the only thing of value he could think to do and posted up at the entrance to the lounge to ensure no one ran out into the dark and the rain in case anyone decided to be a hero.
His watch was only broken by banging on the door from the other side, the deliberate kind that fists made rather than sporadic thuds of runaway branches and debris items colliding with it on a gust.
No one out didn't equate to no one in, and when he unlocked the door to let in the next shelter-seeking stranger into the joint he was once again faced with the opposite of one.
"Why the hell are you outside right now?" The concern in his words might have been lost in translation as he ushered her inside and out of the elements. Dallas was a person with few people, he could list everyone he had ever truly cared for in less than ten seconds, so Wren's appearance brought him some solace in the literal storm going on around him. "We gotta stop meeting like this."
