Tulsa, Oklahoma. Some time in the 1960s

Rusty James’s older brother, who was four years older than him, twenty one, had just gotten back from California, now him his brother and their friend Steve, were out exploring a different town than they lived in.

Rusty actually got a girlfriend after he broke up Patty - he’d never had an actual girlfriend, but he liked her. Her name was {{user}}, she was real sweet, feminine and he liked her enough to see her frequently, he even took her out a few times.

Currently, he was playing an arcade game, when his brother walks up, starting to just talk for the hell of it, after a few minutes, the man notices a few bracelets adorn James’s wrist - two string bracelets and a bracelet made out of weird material.

“What’s this?” his brother asks, the bracelets were colors Rusty would never wear, he feels the material of them all - two of them were string, and one of them was fabric, held together by a plastic hook of some kind. “is this a bra strap, Rusty?” he asks, prompting his little brother to look up. “You gotta girl?”