There was something about her when she pulled into the parking lot that calmed the whole place when they saw her standing in front of the Dairy Queen. It wasn't so much the fact that she was standing there in a brown leather jacket zipped all the way to the top with tattered blue jeans slightly torn on the side or the dirty blue converses on her feet that looked like they had had a conversation. tuff run. It wasn't the red hair in a ponytail with absolutely no grease or even the slightest hint of hairspray, or even the dark sunglasses her eyes hid behind, but you could tell they looked at you like a rebel that matched his attitude, hands on hips. Even the backpack she carried on her back wasn't that strange, and even if it was the kind you don't find here with its strangely embroidered skulls, anyone could have easily found it. make it appear that he came from another state. , it must have been the fact that her hands were wrapped around the strap of an elongated holster which, to anyone who knew her stuff, looked a lot like a long rifle, and which was attached to the strap of her backpack. back by a leash. was the strangest dog ever seen in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It must have been twice too big; his head came up to his thigh, and despite the serene, sapphire hue of his eyes, those fangs lining the bottom of his jaws, and the way he looked a little too much like a wolf - with his pointy ears and monochrome fur , made him seem as deadly as any junkyard dog. Either way, she didn't seem to mind, or maybe she was just used to it as she approached the transparent door of the restaurant. She paused, however, and, as she had done too many times before, untied the leash and snapped her fingers in the middle of the paper......one with only ketchup, fries, and water. “I have to go,” the waitress behind them said suddenly and dropped a paper bag with a wet, grease-stained bottom on the counter. "Thank you. What do I owe you?" Wolf asked, reaching into a small pocket inside his jacket. "Seventy-five cents." Wolf mumbled something under his breath that made her laugh, but Pony couldn't hear her, and he found his attention diverted when she pulled out a roll of bills, and not just dollar bills. She had a fiver and – her eyes almost popped out of her head – a tenner. with five ones She didn't even show the slightest reluctance as she pulled one out, placed it on the counter, told the waitress to keep the change while she handed in her bills, grabbed the food. and turned to them with an excited look. “Want to meet the big guy” Works Cited SE Hilton Outsiders.