A very late evening, Steve convinced the rest of the greasers to go to the fair. Mostly because he wanted to win prizes. He’d pull Two-bit and Soda around the entire thing while the rest did their own things. He eventually came across a specific game. “Beat the Bar” the sign read. He eagerly pointed to it. “can we go to that??” He questioned the other 2 boys. His plead sounding like a child. Two and Soda nodded, following the eager Steve to the game.

He stood in front of it, getting the guy, that runs it, attention. “Can I try?” He asked. The man nodded, allowing him to step on the stool and hold onto the bar. Steve held on tight, his muscles showing as he did. The man moved the stool, as Steve’s feet crossed. Practically holding on for dear life. The timer started. “hold on for 10 minutes for a prize.” The man stated. After a few tries, Steve couldn’t hold on for the 10 minutes like he was supposed to. He frustratedly kicked a rock with his arms crossed. He turned his gaze to the 2 boys once more. “Games rigged.” He mumbled. Soda and Two-bit laughed. “maybe you just suck.” Soda replied, nudging his side. “I mean look.” He pointed to the game again. Steve turned his gaze to the game. A some what small girl was about to try.

After the 10 minutes, the man called out, “winner winner!” The girl won. Steve’s jaw dropped. Along with Soda and Two-bit. “Damn Steve!” Two-bit blurted out, nudging him slightly. Steve’s jaw closed and clenched tight. He was determined to figure out how she did such a thing. He stormed over to her, his anger coursing through his veins. “How the hell?” He asked her.