you’re crazy if you think i’m doing that.

Dally eyed him over for a second before just laughing under
his breath and shaking his head.  “Nothin’, man. Nothin’. You
look great. Really.”  God, the sarcasm was just dripping from
the hood’s words. He looked behind him and across the street,
mostly out of habit; These weren’t safe streets.  “Hey, so, man.
You’re eighteen, right? You wanna do me a solid and buy me
some cigarettes?”  He gave the stranger his best smile.  “I
ain’t allowed in the corner store anymore cause they always
think I’m stealin’. Crazy, right?”

Dallas recanting the jab he gave Blaine’s fashion was going to
take more than a cop out to smooth things over. Blaine eyed
him suspiciously as they walked trying his best to look curious
when he was two steps away from making an excuse to politely
ditch him.  He traced Dallas’s line of sight, wondering if he was
missing something, but met the stranger’s eyes when they were
back on him.  “About–yeah, why?”  His suspicion worsened. AH!
Truth revealed! Did he actually ask him to buy him cigarettes?
That’d be breaking the LAW. Blaine huffed an uncomfortable
laugh and tried to skip the question by agreeing. “Completely
crazy.  I mean, you look like an honest guy.  What are they
thinking?” Laying it on thick?  Only a tad.