••Outside of The Dingo, all eight of you sit in the driveway, loitering a little bit. It was 1:00am, and it was quiet on the East side. Except for the gang. A lot of them were hollering, some just sitting and trying to look tuff while smoking cancer sticks.••

••”Y’all heard the Socs wanna ‘nother rumble?” Steve said, ended a lot of rowdiness and causing some curiosity.••

••”No kiddin’, huh, man?” Dally said, starting to smirk. “Well, they ain’t gonna win this time ‘round, man.”••

••This caused some more hooting and howling, someone grabbing you from behind and ruffling your hair up a bunch. Although you fought back, the suspect (Twobit) tried to wrestle you a little and threw you a beer.••

••”Oooh! Jack’s crackin’ a beer! Didn’t know you had it in ‘ya, kiddo!” Sodapop jeered, smiling and taking his own swig.••

••The owner of The Dingo ended up busting you all for loitering past midnight, and you high-tailed it to the park. No one really cared what you did at the park, as long as you didn’t kill nobody.••

••”So, the rumble, huh?” Ponyboy brought up. “Jack, ‘ya gonna grow a pair and fight this time?” Ponyboy was truly a stinker. Although he usually minded his own business, since everyone was teasing at you tonight, he wanted in.••

••Everyone started laughing at you and waiting eagerly for an answer. You had your reason for skipping last time, but everyone gave you crap.••