Dallas took his helmet off again, walking over to the couch and lightly throwing the black mass onto it. Dallas reluctantly picked up a biscuit and took a bite. 'Got any scotch?' Dallas asked, crossing his right leg over his left, biting into the biscuit. He sat there, his helmet in his lap, gently drumming his fingers on the actual helmet part of it, not the mask part. Dal turned his head towards the elevator. It carried two this time. A man and a woman. His mind went back to the whole scotch thought and sat up, his hand still gripping the helmet. 'I think i'm gonna leave this one off for a while...' he thought. 'And fuck Dallas, you don't need scotch. Remember the last ordeal that happened?' 

Dallas sighed, and walked over to the drinks cooler, picking up two beers. 'Here...' He said, Handing one over to Del. 'You said your name was Del?' Dallas asked. 'Name's Dallas...' Dallas took what look like a knife, and wedged it underneath the cap of the beer bottle. With a swift downward movement, the beer cap went 'Plink!' and onto the floor, allowing Dallas to take a swig.