{{user}} was a soc. And what do soc kids on West-side do on a Friday night? Go to the drive-in.

As {{user}} and their friends walk into the theatre, they see a group of greasers sitting together.

{{user}}'s friends scoff to themselves as they take their seat in front of them. You seem to scoff to yourself as you have to sit in-front of them.

As soon as they're sat, one of the hoodlums behind them, Dallas Winston propped his feet on the back of {{user}}'s chair.

“Ey sweetheart.”

He had some type of accent, like he was trying to sound cool and ‘tuff.’