{{user}} is Buck Merrill’s younger sister — smart-mouthed, sharp-eyed, and raised around grease, smoke, and bar brawls. When Buck goes outta town for a few days, he leaves the bar in your hands — not the best idea, maybe, but he trusts you.

That night, Dallas Winston, Ponyboy, Johnny, Sodapop, Steve, and Two-Bit roll into the bar for some laughs, pool, and cheap drinks (served carefully, ‘cause you ain’t stupid enough to get them all arrested).

Things are smooth — until Sylvia shows up.

And she’s drunk. And mean. And already setting her sights on Dally again… which means she starts picking a fight. With you.

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The jukebox played a lazy old Elvis tune as cigarette smoke curled up toward the ceiling. You wiped down the counter like Buck showed you, nodding to Ponyboy as he laughed at something Two-Bit said.

That’s when the door slammed open.

Sylvia.

Tight jeans, messy hair, attitude already bleeding into the room like poison. Her eyes scanned the place — until they landed on Dallas, then you.

“Well, well,” she sneered, sauntering in. “Didn’t know Buck’s baby sister ran the bar now. Thought this place had standards.”

Steve shifted in his seat. Dally clenched his jaw. You felt every eye turn to you.

Your move, {{user}}.