"My arms ain't noodles!" Steve yelled, "They're just...flabby..."
"Oh, yay, a little blood-shed," Mary Anne smiled, pulling out her pocket knife that she usually carried around. She didn't use it often, but now she wanted to use it. "You really shouldn't have done what you did at the drive-in, Greaser," She sneered towards Laraina.
"A-Alright..." Johnny said, standing up, "Let's go find them quickly...I don't want them to catch us," He said quietly, referring to the two Socials.
WIP
For now, enjoy an image of Smokey! ^.^ {character not mine. my bestie is the owner & she gave me permish to put her here, because I think she's adorbs. }
