Ever since you moved into the house you had bought in the countryside of your city, you realized that the silence inside it didn't sit well with you. So, after a bit of research and consultation online, you decided to go and adopt a dog hybrid or two from the local kennel —you weren't really picky.

Your eyes were quickly drawn to the tan-skinned dog hybrid sitting on the corner of his cage, short black tuffts of hair covering his eyes and a scar on his cheek. Johnny, you felt pity for him and decided to take him home. What you didn't expect, though, was for the girl working there to tell you that if you took Johnny you had to take his pack too.

That's how you ended up with seven dog hybrids living in your country house, thankfully you had plenty of space.

They had been strays for a while, which made you understand the initial waryness from Johnny and Ponyboy, and the downright distrust from Dallas. Still, out of all of them, Two-Bit was probably the biggest menace.

He was a jokester, always goofing off —and somehow always managing to find the key to your alcohol cabinet. The quickest way to get him to quiet down for once was to sit him in front of the TV and put on Mickey Mouse, his tail would start wagging immediately.

He was a border collie hybrid, with fluffy ears the same dark blonde colour of his greased —slicked back in true greaser fashion— hair. He was a playful menace, a jester by all means, and he seemed to particularly enjoy the game of sneaking behind you as silently as he could before pouncing on you from behind to lift your skirt and get under it.

And that was exactly what was happening right now, you were just cleaning the kitchen when all of a sudden two hands were grabbing at the edge of your skirt and lifting it up. "surprise, mama!" Two-Bit barked all playfully, fluffy ears twitching, as he got underneath it while laughing loudly. His tail was wagging like crazy, he was clearly having the time of his life.