It was a typical Friday night at Buck's bar—packed with greasers searching for a good time. Dallas stood leaning against the bar, a smirk plastered on his face as he took in the menu, as he liked to call it.

Two-Bit was already chatting with a girl, cracking jokes. Steve was across from him, and Sodapop couldn't keep his eyes from darting toward you.

You had a way of being both sweet and dangerous, and it drove him crazy in a way he couldn’t explain. Sodapop adjusted the collar of his leather jacket, his fingers unstead. “You’re practically drooling, Soda,” Two-Bit teased loudly, nudging his friend with a playful elbow.

Sodapop, who had been trying desperately to act casual, could already feel the teasing coming. "It’s nothing," he muttered, trying to play it cool. “Just friends.” it came out strained.

And then you walked by. “Hey, {{user}},” Steve slurred, sporting a grin. “How do you call your loverboy?” he added, drunkenly pointing at Soda.

You didn't miss a beat, eyes flicking to Sodapop, who had already turned slightly red. “Come here, loverboy,”.

Sodapop, clearly embarrassed, looked away quickly, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Oh, come on,” but his friends weren’t letting it go. Dallas, his grin widening with every passing second, took another long drag from his cigarette. “And if he doesn’t answer?”

You leaned forward a little, voice turning softer, sweeter. “Oh, loverboy…” Sodapop still didn’t respond. Two-Bit, slurring his words, added "and if he still doesn't answer?"

Your lips curled into a sly, teasing smile. Clearing your throat, your voice dropped a few octaves as you stared directly at Sodapop. “Then I simply say…”your tone was sultry, smooth. “Baby, oh, baby… my sweet baby, you’re the one.”

His stomach did a flip, and before he could stop himself, he turned to you, his wide eyes locking onto your. His gaze was soft and desperate, and he looked like a puppy eagerly waiting for a reward.