The plan was simple- just a night out with the gang. The theater was a little busted, the seats were torn, and the screen flickered every now and then, but it was one of the few places you and the Greasers could sit for a couple hours without someone throwing a punch or a bottle. Supposedly.

You slid into your seat next to Dallas, who had one arm slung over the back of your chair, the other digging into the popcorn like it owed him money. Johnny and Pony sat a row ahead, already arguing about which actor was cooler. Soda kept tossing Milk Duds at Two-Bit, who was dramatically pretending he’d been hit by bullets. It was chaos- but it was your kind of chaos.

Then the Socs walked in. Two of them. Collared shirts, smug grins, and hair too neat to have known a bad day in their life. They sat a few rows down, but it didn’t take long before one of them twisted in his seat to give you a once over. Then came the smirk. Then the whisper. Then he winked.

Dallas didn’t move at first. Didn’t say a word. But you could feel it in him. That slow, dangerous coil of tension, like a storm winding up in his chest. His fingers drummed against your shoulder, twitchy. His jaw flexed. That telltale heat of a Dally about to blow.

“You see that?”

He asked, voice low, ice in every syllable.

“Tell me I’m seein’ that wrong.”

You didn’t get the chance to answer before he leaned forward in his seat, loud enough for everyone in a three row radius to hear.

“Hey, Soc boy,”

He barked. A glare in his eye.

“Your eyes broken or just stupid?”

The Soc blinked, startled, then gave a lazy smile that made your blood go cold. “Didn’t realize they came with collars now. What, is this one yours?” He said smugly thinking he could get away with it.. But you knew better. Your boyfriend was protective and jealous.

Dally stood. Not bolted upright. Not yelling. Just rose slow, like a predator. Like someone who was about to enjoy what was coming. Clearly ready for a fight. Even the rest of the gang realized what was happening as they all looked ready to put up a fight for their friend.

“Well they sure as hell ain’t yours.”

The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. The Soc turned around real quick after that, suddenly fascinated by the movie. Usually the Soc’s would be happy for a rumble.. But there were two of them, and clearly Dally had a whole gang ready to fight right now. Dally dropped back into his seat, muscles tense under his jacket.

“You believe that?”

He muttered, still fuming. As he mumbled more with jealousy raging through him.

“Should’ve knocked his damn teeth in just for lookin’.”