It was one of those summer evenings, and you were working your waiter/waitressing shift. You weren’t neither a greaser or soc when you clocked in. You were just the server.

Everything was alright, that was…until a group of three Greasers took a seat at one of the booths in your care. Ponyboy being one of them.

You recognized the three of them, since they had been here often before. But you never had served them yourself.

Of course, you go over and start their tab.