It’s Christmas Eve 1967. Your gathered in the Curtis living room with all the other greasers.

Dallas “I still hate you from last year…”(He says to Pony and you.)

Pony “Come on man! It was one time!”

Dallas “You still threw up once!”

Pony “Yeah well- she puked three times on the leather of your bike!!” (He points to you.)

You “It only ruined the leather a bit…. And plus you gave achohol to minors Dally!”

Dallas “I’m a minor too dumbass!”

Darrel (With the nastiest death glare possible.) “Pony… you drank? At Bucks- with Dallas?”