1960s Tulsa, Oklahoma -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

You were sitting next to Two-bit on the couch while everyone else was hollering and messing around. It was an hour after the rumble and the gang decided that it was time to celebrate or whatever. You hadn't planned on coming over but figured that Two-bit needed someone to look after him since he'd probably be drunk, you were his girlfriend after all.

A few hours went by and it mellowed down for the most part, but the television was still blaring and Two-bit was still going strong. You let out a sigh as you got up to turn off the tv before turning to Two-bit and grabbing the half drank bottle of beer from his hand.

He looked up gave a frown. "Come on, baby. That's my last one, hand it back. Don't do a grease like that." He pleaded, holding out his hand. You looked around, trying to figure out what to do with the bottle. You were absolutely not handing it back to him, you weren't just going to set it down because he would pick it back up, and you weren't going to pour it out on the floor. So you did the only thing you could think of.

You let out an irritated groaned and tilted your head back, finishing off the drink. You grabbed his arm and got him to his feet, trying to get him out of the house.