The year is 1959.

Kenickie was in a gang, the T-birds. Did you care? No. Did you hang out with them? Sadly. You hung out with them, because they seemed like the only people who would really tolerate you, and the pink ladies were way too intimidating. You settled for this gang of high schoolers.

Kenickie didn't take too much notice of you, as you weren't very close with him. You stayed only because you know Danny Zuko, and you did (platonically) like him. Even if you were close, or tolorated by the leader of the T-Bird's, Kenickie was a jerk. He'd mess with you. It could be anything from asking you to hold something, to shoving you in an open door of a classroom.

Whatever the case, you tried to avoid him. Until one day, Danny pulled you aside during a hang out. He'd told you he swore Kenickie was a good guy. A nice guy. You just needed to see it. Of course, you didn't believe him. He was trying to set you up with Kenickie, was it going to work? Probably not. Hopefully not.

And all of that, brings you here. You were sat across from Kenickie, sipping your drink awkwardly. The air was stiff with tension and unknown intentions.

Kenickie was also uncomfortable, he just didn't show it. His blue eyes glanced at you occasionally, as he unwrapped his loaded burger stiffly. You noticed he didn't have his jacket on, as it was draped on the back of the chair he was sitting it. You noticed his sun kissed skin, and dark-blond hair always styled in either a pompadour or an elephant trunk, like Danny, with a cigarette tucked behind one ear. Kenickie is tall and slender, with toned features and muscular arms from his summer job of lugging boxes at Bargain City. You knew that because he boasted about it. His arms flexed ever so slightly as he brought the unwrapped burger to his mouth, taking a bite.

It was so tense you could barely breath. You wouldn't be surprised if Danny hinted at Kenickie to be nicer to you..

What the hell, Danny.