forum Sodapop and Cigarettes (1960’s teenager gang RP) OPEN

Started June 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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Beau stood over the table, an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth as he peered down at stacks of envelopes on the wooden surface. Lucky looked terrible, with bruises and cuts littering his face, but Vien had helped a lot. He couldn't stop thinking about Vien even though he kept telling himself to stop. After a pause, he let out a sigh and shook his head as he set his hands down on the table.
"They want us out if we can't pay by the end of the month," Beau finally said, glancing up at his brother. He could try to get some more shifts at the gas station and maybe a job at the diner, but after all, that was Social territory.
"We can work something out," Lucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe Cruz or Walker could help us?" He proposed, but Beau shook his head. They couldn't ask for help again. After a few moments, he pushed away from the table and walked towards the cracked window, hearing a few whoops and shouts from a Greaser group huddled outside.

Vien walked down the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his pockets as he ducked his head. He looked up as he heard a group of Greasers shouting a little ways down the sidewalk. Odd. He walked towards it, hovering at the outskirts of the group as he peered over the huddle, trying to see what was going on

Zanna rode her bike back to headquarters. It was an abondoned bike shop. She hailed to her second in command, "What up?"

"Bills," Leo responded.

"Really. We have them all paid, " Zanna said.

"Tell that to the Socials," Leo sighed.

Zanna groaned and leaned against a wall. This wasn't good. Any moment the Socials could come in and ruin them, "Maybe we don't need them Cub."

He looked at her, "Are you crazy?"

Zanna smirked, "Just a tad."

Beau ran a hand through his messy hair, finally lighting his cigarette as he stepped onto the old, creaking porch of their house. He narrowed his eyes as he blew out smoke, trying to figure out what the Greaser's were doing. A few had bruises and cuts from last night, but they seemed like they were all messing around and figuring out where to go for the day. Lucky joined Beau on the porch, sticking his hands in his jacket's pockets as he yawned, noticing a few of his own friends.

Vien wandered around the group, not noticing Beau and Lucky at first. He turned, almost smacking into another Greaser before he recognized the two white-haired boys from the other day. He waved sheepishly at them, wincing as a Greaser elbowed him, and one even called him a "Social in disguise." He grimaced at the insult slightly, standing there for a moment as he tried to decide what to do with himself

Lisbet drove to the diner on her Vespa, ready to take over her shift. The keys to her Vespa jingled around her neck as she walked into the neon diner.
"Lisbet!" He waved at her from the counter.
"Pop!" She waved back at him and walked behind the counter, tying her apron around her waist and adjusting her name-tag on her lapel.
"Table 3 needs a waitress." Pop directed her towards a table near the back and her heart skipped a beat. Mikka.

Beau nodded towards Vien, a small smile tugging the corners of his lips up as he walked down the porch steps, placing his cigarette between his lips once again. After a few moments, he reached the group of Greaser's and stood by Vien, listening in on the conversation. He already noticed Cruz and Walker, who were talking loudly and held dark bottles of beer in their hands, their speech slurred. Drunk… as usual.
"Do you know what they're talking about?" Beau asked, glancing over at Vien as he caught bits of the conversation between the other kids. Socials. Diner. Fight. Other gangs.

Vien shook his head. "No, I just got h-here," he said softly, shuffling a little closer to Beau as he tried to avoid someone slinging a bottle of beer drunkenly. He looked over at Beau, cracking a small smile. "Hi, by the way. How's your l-leg?"

"Great, thanks to you," Beau answered, glancing up at Vien as he stuffed his hands in his jacket's pockets. "My brother's feeling better too, though he's too shy to come down here and say thank you himself." He added, nodding his head towards Lucky, who was still on the porch and watching Vien and Beau from afar.

He looked tired. Bags under his eyes, cigarette dangling from his lips, unlit (of course).
"I'm quitting the Socials."
Lisbet dropped her writing pad, stunned. She slowly slid into the seat across from him, disbelief written across her face. "Why?" Don't leave me.
Mikka sighed, tracing his finger across the edge of the table. "I can't deal with it anymore, Lisbet. I'm leaving. Tonight. Get a fresh start in a different state."
"But, you. . .you can't." Her mascara started to run, driven by the tears welling up in the corner of her vision. "You can't!" She said it more forcefully this time.
He glared at her, dropping the cigarette from his mouth. "I can and I will. Lisbet, I . . .would you possibly . . .come with me?" Mikka looked hopeful, eyes brightening.
Lisbet stood up from the vinyl seat, still in shock. "Mikka. I have a life here. I can't just up and leave. Write me, okay? And call the diner sometime. Visit too. I'll be here. Waiting, if you decide to come back."
He nodded, motioning for her to come closer and placing a hand on her cheek. "I promise I'll come visit. And call. And write. I love ya, Lisbet."
"Yeah. Me too." He left as soon as she walked away, tears prickling at the back of her throat, until she realized: How am I going to break this to the Socials?

"That's understandable," Vien said. "I can be a little intimidating, d-despite my tics and general anxious disposition." He glanced out across the group of Greasers, overhearing something about going to the diner. He didn't think he had been to a…"diner" before. "Do you think we should g-go to the diner with the others?"

"Probably. Maybe we'll be able to stop whatever fight that's about to happen," Beau shrugged, glancing over towards a group of taller boys in the huddled group. He looked back towards Vien, thinking back towards his first comment. He was a little intimidating with his height, but after all, Beau was only 5'10. "Half of the Greaser's are drunk… so it's going to be interesting." He added, motioning towards the older boy's and the bottles of beers grasped tightly in their hands.

Zanna got on her motorbike, "I'm heading to the Socials diner. Tell'em we ain't paying. Make sure the guys don't buen down the place."

Leo laughed, "I will."

Zanna rode off towards the diner.

"Well, um. I've sort of never been to a diner before, s-so. Would you maybe…show me w-where it is?" Vien asked slowly, rubbing at the back of his neck out of habit as he fixed his gaze on the cracked sidewalk
(gtg for the day, sorry)

(see ya!)

"Yeah, of course," Beau nodded, walking next to Vien as the group of Greaser's began down the street. "It's not all that special. Most of the Greaser's just go because there are cute Social girls in mini skirts." He explained, grinning as he looked up at Vien, a rare, light chuckle escaping his lips.

"What's wrong Lisbet?"
"Mikka's leaving. This is the third time, I think." Lisbet started wiping down the counters, her skirt kept riding up and she kept pulling it down, shooting glares at anyone who kept looking at her.
Pop laughed. "He'll come back. He loves you, y'know?"
Lisbet sighed, going over to a table to collect their dishes, "I gave up on that love years ago. I can't keep running after him." She greeted some guests, "How may I take your order?"

"Well, thankfully I have more time to m-make friends than stare at girls in miniskirts," Vien chuckled, walking slowly so as not to accidentally make Beau run after him. He knew his long legs made it sometimes difficult for people to walk next to him

hey can i still join?

Beau chuckled lightly and slipped his cigarette between his lips once again as they made it to the diner, the neon lights still shining brightly in the daylight. A few of the older Greaser's walked in first, already flirting with a blonde waitress near the front. Beau shook his head and stuck his hands in his jacket's pockets as he walked after the rest group towards a group of Social girls.

She noticed a few Greasers piling into the diner and she caught sight of a white-haired boy. Lucky? Lisbet smiled, shaking her head. It was fun watching him flirt.

Beau glanced behind him where his brother was laughing with a group of Social girls dressed in bright pink, blue and yellow. He wore his bruises and cuts as if he had won the fight, even though he got knocked out in the first rounds. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Beau turned around towards the group and Vien.

"Lucky?" Lisbet sauntered over, writing pad in hand. "Do you want to order? This place has great milkshakes." Mikka hadn't liked Lucky all that much, but it was probably because Mikka was such a debbie-downer.
"Cheer up!" She'd said to him, pinching his cheek.
He'd frowned in return, rolling his eyes. "I don't like how he acts around you. Flirting. As if you're available."
"But I am."
His face had heated up and she'd laughed. "If you want to ask me out, just do it."
"I don't-you don't-I. . . No, it's not like that. There shouldn't be interaction between our groups."