The drive-in move theatre, or what most called the “passion pit”, was bustling with people that night. Both Greasers and Socs were sitting around, on, or in their cars while the movie played on the big screen. A small group of Socs were chatting away loudly not too far from Dallas; who happened to be a Greaser. He took a puff of his cancerstick, and leaned more against his tuff-looking car. The guy cocked a brow toward the group; a flicker of interest appeared in his once-bored eyes.