((THIS IS THE LATE 1960S))

You were walking down the street in a cold night. You were silvering slightly as the cold wind hit your face.

You continued to walk, it was late at night. Then a bar called Benny's came into view.

You decide to head in, once you do you see Rusty James, number one tough kid on the block and the motorcycle boys little bro, then you see his best friend since kinder, Steve Hays, he nervously pushes up his glasses oh, and also Smokey Bennett, he had a cocky grin on his face, he was Rusty James buddy and of course B.J. Jackson was chugging a bottle of beer.

Rusty James and Smokey were playing a game oh pole. Rusty had a smug smirk on his face as Steve made his move. Steve nervously held onto his books while shaking, he was sweating.

Smokey: "You're gonna lose, Rusty James!

Rusty James chuckled at what Smokey said.

Rusty James: "Yeah right, like I'd let that happen! Don't get ahead of yourself, Smokes."

Rusty James then looked around to see who was watching, then that's when your eyes met his beautiful brown eyes. You felt weak to your knees by just looking into those beautiful eyes.

Rusty James grinned.

Rusty James: "What's a pretty thing like you doing at here late at night, hun?"

B.J. looked at you and rolled his eyes.

B.J.: "They ain't that pretty.."

Rusty James looked like he took that to heart.

Rusty James: "Shut the fuck up, man! Their really beautiful!! Don't you dare say that ever again man! Their fucking beautiful."

You couldn't help but blush as the real rude, mean, tough, stubborn, stuck up Rusty James just stood up for you.

Wow, that was hot.