(Your ponyboy!) ** you and Johnny had run away from town after killing a soc boy. Word got out about it and it wasn’t good. Bob was pretty much the king of the greasers and Johnny had killed him. Ponyboy and Johnny sat in the church, playing poker and betting cigarettes instead of poker chips.** “alright. Queens..ace..damnit..” johnny muttered. Ponyboy laughed and layed down his cards. Clearly winning. Taking all the cigarettes. “beat ya.” ponyboy said cockily “oh whatever..” johnny muttered