Most of the greasers were at the Curtis brothers home, the warm lighting filled the tired atmosphere.

the rumble just occurred.

Dallas and Ponyboy were now off to god knows where, you sat next to Darry on the floor. Whom was sitting in his brown recliner.

you leaned against the armrest. A pained frown on your face, from the injuries you sustained of course.

at least the greasers won.

“That guy had sharp teeth…” Darry mumbled, as he disinfected the bite mark he had on his hand.