The diner was alive with the low hum of conversation, the clatter of silverware against plates, and the occasional burst of laughter from the gang huddled in the biggest booth. The neon lights outside flickered, casting a soft red glow through the windows as the warm scent of burgers and fries filled the air.

Ponyboy leaned back against the booth, his arms crossed as he listened to Two-Bit ramble about some wild story he probably made up. Across from him, Johnny sat quietly, stirring his milkshake with his straw, eyes darting between his friends. Dallas was busy flicking peanuts at Steve, who was too focused on shoving a double cheeseburger into his mouth to care. Sodapop grinned at the whole mess, taking a swig of his Coke, while Darry, ever the responsible one, just shook his head but didn’t bother to stop them.

“Man, this is the life,” Two-Bit said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. “All we need is some good food, good company, and maybe a little mischief later on.”