“Give the kid a bath, David.” Bob commanded.

The group of Socs grabbed Ponyboy, clutching him by the hair and holding his head down in the water of the fountain and pulling him back up, before repeating the process.

You stood by the Bobs blue mustang, cringing at the scene. The other Socs knew better than to go against Bobs orders, especially with him boozed up like this.

You cringed at the sight, just hoping he wouldn’t get hurt too badly.