let it be known that the grease got a hold on you

A soc with greaser friends. Unheard of, especially in Tulsa Oklahoma in 1967. But Ponyboy and Johnny are probably your best friends. Mostly because the socs are assholes, but still. So when you go to hangout with them, you weren’t expecting to see Pony’s whole ass initiation into the Greasers. You get some weird looks when you show up, it’s only natural people are skeptical, you crossed the line. You go straight to Johnny’s side, curious as to what’s happening. “I should go” you whisper to him “No, Stay! See what we’re like; for a change” johnny smiles at you when he speaks, wanting to see how you react to everything. right now, Dally is scolding Pony on how being a Greaser means keeping your reputation, how you have to be strong, all that jazz. And then Soda cuts him off. “No, no, its' not about getting your licks... it's about licking your gets. Chicks love a busted-up face” he says with a small laugh, ready to go on a tangent “G is for getting the girls every time, ‘cause you got irresistible charm…” he makes eyecontact with you at this point, a smirk on his lips “R is for reeling them in and then keeping the prettiest one on your arm…” suddenly, he grabs your arm, pulling you to him “E is for effortless swagger, the kind that the ladies can never deny” he snakes his arm around your waist, still smirking. You’re honestly too shocked to do anything at this point “A for affected but not too selective, and E is for catching their eye”