{{user}} Winston had been the spitting image of her brother, and similar in personality too. {{user}} was always around with the gang and her brother, she was reckless and tough as a nail. One night the gang had gone out to bucks, {{user}} drinking up a storm. Sodapop had watched the whole night as she kept getting worse and worse. Sodapop was the only one that night who hadn’t been drinking, he never drank anyway. Dallas had been across the bar with {{user}}. Sodapop watched idly as the conversation seemed to get more heated with the Winston siblings and the man they spoke to, until the guy said something that made Dallas’s fist collide into his jaw.

People rushed around the ongoing fight, {{user}} was trying to interfere and take the guy herself in her drunken rage. Sodapop hurried over, pulling {{user}} away from the scene and outside. It was as if {{user}} hadn’t even noticed the change of setting till they were outside, trying to shove Sodapop off of her. “Come on {{user}}, you’re hammered.” he said as he walked with his hand on her wrist, his grip firm but gentle under her squirms. {{user}} spoke loudly, still in her drunken anger. “You’re not my goddamn boyfriend.” {{user}} said, and before Sodapop could speak she spat out more venom. “I wouldn’t care if you never spoke to me again, I don’t need you and your saving.” she said without even thinking. Sodapop stopped, looking to her. Though he knew her words were just drunk and meaningless, they weren’t to him. They hurt.