Steve leaned into the open hood of the car, his grease covered wrench in his also grease stained hand. Above him the voice of a soc rang out, a big time soc at that. “How much is this gonna set me back?” he asked, lighting up a cigarette. Steve stood up straight as he answered him, before leaning back down to the engine. Out on the road {{user}}’s car drove by, she slowed down seeing Steve, giving the horn a honk as she normally did, before driving off. The soc’s attention was caught at that as he chuckled. “You get a load of that doll?” he said, letting out a low whistle. The soc went on, as Steve kept gripping the wrench tighter, and tighter, his knuckles turning white with rage. “If I was left alone with that girl-“ the soc tried getting his sentence out, but was only met Steve’s fist to his face.

It was Sodapop who had to pull Steve off the soc, and the cops that had come not long after. {{user}} had just gotten home, going into her kitchen with the paper bag of groceries her mom needed. {{user}} had picked up the phone on the first ring, surprised to hear the Steve’s voice on the other end. {{user}} listened, as he asked her to come get him at the station. {{user}} attempted to question why he was in there but Steve had cut her off, “Look, I’ll tell you after. Just come bail me out please.”