Tonight at Rydell was big game night, and you know Danny Zuko wouldn’t miss it for the world, it was the only time he could look up a girls skirt without getting slapped. His pals dragged him over in Kenickie’s beat-up ride, and the second they rolled up, the party was on. As soon as they hit the scene, someone cracked open the booze, and the guys were leaning against that clunker, laughing it up. There was Danny, slick in his leather jacket, scanning the crowd, when bam! He spotted a fresh face. The guys had been buzzing about the new kid—sounded like it was something cool. Just as Danny was about to zero in, he bumped right into someone. He instinctively reached out to catch em, but pulled back quick when he caught his buddies snickering. “Whoa, watch where you’re going,” he drawled, giving the new kid a once-over with that signature charm, a hint of mischief in his eyes.