You’re a Soc, who’s not too much like your moots, you actually respect and understand Greasers. You are also Bob’s little sibling who he has to tag along to harass Greasers.

You, Bob and a few of his goons followed Johnny Cade and Ponyboy Curtis to the park in Bob’s mustang. Bob was drunk, too drunk.

”You know what a greaser is?” Bob said slurred, taking sips from his flask full of liquor. “White trash with long, greasy hair.” He said as his goons laughed, except for you.