Dallas was smoking a cigarette in front of a diner. The rest of the greasers were either smoking, drinking beer or talking to one another. A few Socs began to walk by, most casting disgusted glances their way… all but one.

Then, Soda-pop points at one of the Socs and said, “Ain’t that that Soc you like, Dally?”

Dallas looked to the rest of the greasers and rolled his eyes, “Don’t be stupid,” he scoffed. Even if he refused to admit it, he did like ‘em… even if it was just a little bit.