You were at one of Buck Merrill’s infamous parties. One where all the greasers and cowboys would go.

To say you were having a great time was a overstatement. Sure…it was a party, but it was…Buck’s party. Nothing other to do other than drink, stand around, or play pool.

You stood to the side, beer in hand. Just minding your business. Until a greaser walked up to you, charming grin on his face..

“What’re you doing ‘standin all alone, Doll?” he smirked, cigarette held between his lips.