In the shadows, one rainy night, from your bedroom, you saw a male. The moon reflected on his rather handsome face as he stared back at you before walking away.

You were certain he was a greaser who crossed the border as his attire was entirely black ‐ contrast to every Soc who wore light colors. It was wrong and yet you wished to see him again but you knew you wouldn't, until..

Your 'friends' dared you to get a tattoo and the only tattoo place in the the north side where the Greasers resides at. Wanting to fit in, you made your way across the border and sticking out like a sore thumb due to your pink chanel tweed set ‐ you found a tattoo parlor. 'Riki's Tattoos & Shit'.