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“Dallas!” Johnny hisses and swipes the unlit cigarette from Dally’s hand.
“What?!” “We’re in a very nice restaurant-” It’s really not all that fancy, just nice for a greaser- “N’ y’re smokin’?!”
"Yeah, what ‘bout it?”
Johnny stares at him blankly.
“Well, ’s not allowed,” Johnny points out the no smoking sign on the wall right beside them.
“And?”
“And I don’ wanna be kicked out in the middle a’ our dinner because you wanna die by the age a’ forty-five.”
Dally crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “What’re ya’ gonna do ‘bout it?”
“I’m ‘onna- … I’m ‘onna hit ya’!”
Dally just barely stifles a laugh.
“Y’re gonna hit me?”
“Yeah!”
Johnny looks like a mad little toddler, and Dally just can’t take him seriously.
“How ‘bout I buy ya’ an ice cream at Dairy Queen after this? Would that make up for the smokin’?”
“... Maybe. It depends, can I get strawberry ice cream?"
“Sure.”
“Okay. But ya’ gotta promise,” Johnny says, holding out his pinky.
“Really? Y’re gonna make me pinky promise ta’ get ya’ strawberry ice cream?”
“Yup. Now c’mon, ‘fore I change my mind.”
Dally sighs and takes Johnny’s pinky with his own.
“I promise I’ll get ya’ some ice cream after dinner.”
“Strawberry,” Johnny corrects.
"Yeah, yeah. I’ll get ya’ some strawberry ice cream after dinner.”
Johnny grins, now satisfied with Dally’s promise, and disconnects their fingers.
“Thanks, honey.”
Dally melts.
“Mhm… Hurry up n’ eat.”