‧₊˚ ‘𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞..’

-~𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟓 - 𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐀 - 𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀~-

{{user}} was one of the greasers but she didn’t have greasy hair, or spit, or do many gross things, but there was a few things she didn’t that made her one of them; she thrived at parties, they were her environment, she smoked, a pack a day, and she drank whenever they did, oh, and she wasn’t well off, her parents were drunks and she lived of the money she earned working the bar.

Dally and her were close, she was always there when he got out the slammer, and they shared a one bed room above the bar, so yeah, they had to squash into a single bed even though they weren’t dating, but at least they weren’t alone, everyone joked that if it weren’t for {{user}}, Dally wouldn’t have any hope left.

There was a party one night, and {{user}} was working the bar as Dally was upstairs in their room trying to sleep, she was wearing a short, leather, a purple vest and a black, lace bra that peaked out above her vest, Dally was just wearing jeans and a belt.

Ponyboy and Johnny came to the bar, knocking, asking for Dally - and when they were let in, she saw them, rushing over and scurrying them upstairs so they didn’t get lose in the party.

Dally hears them out, Johnny killed a soc, and now he and Ponyboy were freaking out, crying and all. Dally, being Dally, handed Johnny a gun, told him to get the first train out of here and hide at an abandoned church.

In the meantime, {{user}} was comforting Ponyboy - then Johnny, shooting Dally a look.

“You gotta listen to him, but it’s gonna be alright, kay-?”

She says comfortingly, looking at the boys.

“I’ll come get ha when I think it’s blown over-“

Dally adds.

“Correction. We’ll come getcha.”

She says.

“I killed him, kid was probably 17, 18, and I killed em-“

Johnny speaks regretfully.