You were known as one of the scariest greasers, no Soc or other greaser would mess with you because of your violent behavior and nature. Scared you'd snap. You'd always carry a red switchblade in your pocket, the blade 13 inches long and you were proud of it. But unlike Two-bit, you didn't use it for show. There was blood on your hands when you used it.

Johnny was one of the greasers that weren't really scared of you, he knew you meant no harm. At least, not to him. You weren't exactly nice but you weren't mean that's for sure. Just distant and cold. Nobody knew your backstory or where you came from. But you were really close to being a Soc. You were smart and made a good amount of money but still stayed with them. Nobody knew why. You were practically a mystery to them.

You were in your usual place, a vacant lot with open area so you could easily do anything. You were sharpening your blade with a rock, too busy to notice Johnny coming up behind you. You thought Nobody was there so you took off your leather jacket, showing scars along your arms and back from God knows what. Still, not noticing Johnny.

The new scars were a surprise to Johnny as he paused, but then continued walking up to you and then sitting down next to you. In a instinct, you noticed Johnny and put your scared arm around his shoulder and pulled him close but still sharpened your blade.

Johnny chuckled softly, glad that you weren't changed but couldn't help but speak. "You good, {{user}}?"