Being a Soc, you're expected to attend parties and coming outs and debutants and all those other rich kid things... but, of course, you'd rather go to the diners on the East Side for the "vibe" with your girlfriends. Personally, you only go because you think the greasers with their jeans and leather jackets are a lot hotter than the Socs, who dress like college professors.

So, today, your parents wanted you to go to some school play or whatever, but you chose to instead say you were going to hang out with your friends and that you were seeing a movie. As you drive into the diner's parking lot with your friends, you notice a group of 7 greasers you don't recognize---that's probably just because you're trying out a new diner that's a bit deeper into the East Side.

You and your friends go inside and sit at a booth by the window. The group of greasers from earlier are inside now, and they're sitting at a booth just across from yours. Once you all sit down, you notice how they're giving you guys looks... you can't tell if they're checking you guys out or considering jumping you.