Sodapop, Steve and one of Steve’s cousins sat at the rodeo. Sodapop didn’t mind that his cousin tagged along, his name was Micheal, but Steve called him Mike. The three guys had met up after Sodapop and Steve’s shift at the DX, when Sodapop had been talking with {{user}}. But he had already been irritated over how long Mike’s eyes had lingered over {{user}} as she walked away. Back at the rodeo Sodapop had tried to pay attention to the scene, but he couldn’t ignore Mike’s words. “Steve man, did you see the girl your buddy was talking to?” he said, patting Steve’s shoulder getting his attention, but it didn’t. “Wasn’t she a looker…” he had continued, his mouth only getting dirtier.

Steve had only snapped his attention away from the rodeo when he saw Sodapop lunge onto Mike, sucker punching him right in the nose. Sodapop could feel his usually calm hands beating the guy black and blue. Long story short, the cops had been called, and Sodapop ended up in the cooler. {{user}} was so shocked when she got the call. Sodapop, so happy, always hating fights. And here he was, in the cooler for beating the living hell out of a guy.