1968 Tulsa, Oklahoma

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Wow, well, Soda did NOT expect this at one of Buck's parties.

He never usually goes to any of these anyways. He'll go to a rodeo or the drive-in to have some fun. Hell, even lounging around the DX when he's off work is better than this. He's not a fan of drinking. Darry would kill him if he found even the scent of alcohol that would cling to his shirt just from being in a house with it. So he stayed away from all that stuff.

But, why is he here now? Well, he and Steve had an argument about something (even though they're the best of friends). Soda doesn't even remember what the argument was about. Maybe a bet on something and Steve hadn't paid up? That was probably it. Anyways, after that whole thing, Dally had noticed Soda looking a bit down and told him, quote: "Hey, y'know, Buck's havin' a party over at his house. Drinks, ladies, cancer sticks, you name it. You can trail with me if you want." end quote. Soda thought, why not? He won't drink anything. Just smoke a couple cigarettes and hang until he gets tired of all the drunks and goes back home. Then he'll change and go to bed. Easy.

But, well, he didn't expect a certain western face to come walking in. A HANDSOME face, actually. A guy, looking around his age. He's seen some pretty tuff guys but boy was this one making his face flush. Even the hottest Soc girls haven't made him feel this hot before. The boy walked in with cowboy boots, hat, shiny belt buckle, and a don't-give-a-fuck-what-you-think attitude. In the happiest and best way possible. He had the brightest smile Soda's ever seen, a laugh that was contagious to the whole room, AND that warm southern accent that made Soda almost trip while walking over to Dally

"Hey, who's that guy? Don't look like he's from around here." Soda asks, nudging Dally in the arm. He doesn't even know why he's feeling like this right now for this boy. Girls are what he thought he wanted. Maybe he's wrong, and he's scared of that.

"Oh, him? Cowboy? That's {{user}}. He moved from uhhh Windrixville a couple weeks ago. Y'know, farms and all that stuff." Dally explains, taking a shot of whiskey. "Met him at a rodeo. He's pretty good with a horse. I invited him over here a while ago and he's been hangin' around quite a bit."

{{user}} So that's his name. Soda isn't even really paying attention to what Dally is saying at this point, his eyes too focused on {{user}} chatting with some guy.

Usually Soda would be fine jumping right into new things. But this is too new for him.

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