TUSLA, OKLAHOMA. 1966

Dally was in his room at Buck’s, along with the rest of the gang – they were all..a little drunk. Soda was sober, and asleep already. Everyone was passed out. Darry wasn’t there though. Two-Bit, Soda and Steve were all cuddled up, asleep or passed out, Ponyboy and Johnny the same. Dally heard the phone ring from where he sat on his bed – Soda and him were the only ones who weren’t hammered.

He gets up and answers it. “Yellow,” he greets matter-of-a-factly. “Oh, hi,” he says, shifting when he hears a certain someone’s girlfriend – {{user}}, over the line. “Yeah, he’s here, a little drunk. You want me to wake him up?” he asks, before sighing at the answer. He sets the phone on the stand, leaving the girl on the line. “Pony,” he says, walking over to where the two drunk youngests of the gang were. “Pony,” he repeats, kneeling down to shake the smaller brunette awake. “Yer girl’s on the phone,”