Bree wasn’t quite sure how to proceed from here. She had wanted to come and see Dallas so that she could give him a piece of her mind, but she couldn’t exactly do that when Dallas was cuddling up to her, pliant and happy, and all too drunk to even begin to fight back in any sort of confrontation.
“What did she give you?” Bree grumbled, shuffling over towards the sofa against the wall. Dallas followed her obediently, apparently not wanting to let Bree go for even a second. “I never expected you to be so clingy.”
Dallas didn’t respond with an insult, like he normally might, and Bree sighed, lowering both of them to sit on the couch. Luckily, Dallas stopped doing his impressive imitation of a clinging vine, and instead moved to hold Bree’s hand, staring at it as if it were the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.
“You’re not making me very afraid of you right now,” Bree told him.
