A fight broke out and Acadius pushed past her, growling that 'this wasn't over' before he joined the brawl. Lisbet got to the telephone hanging near the wall and glared at all the people who were fighting.
"I'm calling the police, so you better get your sorry asses out of here!"
Though few people heard her, the effect was immediate, dozens of people rushed out of the diner, hopping onto motorcycles and leaving so they wouldn't get put in the slammer.
Lisbet grabbed a rag and wiped her sweaty forehead, sliding down the wall she was leaning on and hitting the wet, dirty floor with her short pink pastel skirt.
Vien looked over at her, frowning in thought. “No, so don’t think so. Only moved here l-last week, remember?”
"Yeah, I remember now." Beau nodded, looking around the parking lot once before he glanced over at Vien. "We probably need to head back towards where the Greasers will meet up. You can hang out at my house if you want to." He added after a short pause, nodding towards the street.
"T-That'd be nice, actually. My foster dad is passed out at the casino right now, so I get to do whatever I want f-for the next 24 hours," Vien said, lighting up a little at the invitation. He had never really been invited to anyone's house before
Zanna looked towards the two Greasers. She should probably head back to base, but the two were so interesting. Maybe she would track them. Her Storm chasers weren't all that well known anyway.
(Zanna, talk to Lisbet, maybe?)
Pop had left hours ago, leaving the diner in her hands. Lisbet got up and pulled off her black dress shirt, exposing a white tank top underneath and went into the storage room, grabbing a mop and a broom.
(Never mind.)
Zanna realized that wouldn't be the best idea. She turned back to the diner. She had a job to do, so she should get it over with. Maybe. Probably. Not. She entered the diner again. What was she going to do again? The doors were locked she sighed and waited outside.
Did someone want to get inside? Were they hungry? Lisbet headed to the door, face flushed pink. I'm wearing a white tank top and a short pink skirt. I'm the epitome of lost, cute, gullible Social girls.
Beau nodded, a small smile tilting the corners of his lips upwards as he began down the street. He slipped a new cigarette between his lips and lit it, puffing clouds of smoke out as they walked. After a few minutes, they finally made it to a rusted gate where a few Greasers were already standing. Beau forced the gate open and walked onto the creaking porch, a few wooden planks dislodged as he made his way across. The house seemed like it was barely holding together. Almost all the windows were broken, the walls had marks all over them, and paint was on some of the wood from an old prank. "Sorry. . . it's a mess. I don't have enough to fix it up," Beau said quietly as he opened the door.
Zanna looked over to the Social who had opened the door. She gave them a small wave, "Yo."
"No, it's alright. It's cozy," Vien assured him, stepping inside behind him. It reminded him vaguely of where he had stayed when he still lived in Ukraine, hiding from the police in an abandoned drug house so he wouldn't have to go back to foster care. He hadn't minded at the time, and he still didn't. He thought that old, reject buildings were cool
"Cozy…that's a nice way to look at it," Beau answered, a faint smile spreading across his face as he looked towards Vien. "I'll get some drinks. You can look around if you want to." He added, motioning to the rest of the living room. There were photographs strewn across the walls and almost everywhere, images of younger Lucky and Beau and their parents.
"Hi. Do you want to come in?" Lisbet offered, motioning towards the inside of the diner.
Vien shrugged, moving to sit cross-legged on the floor as he looked up at the walls. He knew he probably looked strange, but he didn't think Beau would care. He skimmed through the pictures, running a hand through his dark hair absently as he stared up at them
(Sorry that I disappeared.)
Beau walked back towards Vien with a few different bottles of beer and soda as he sat down next to him on the ground. He took a sip from his own bottle of beer as he followed Vien's gaze towards the pictures. "You finally got to see mini-me," He said after a pause, chuckling lightly as a small smile brightened his features.
"Hi. Do you want to come in?" Lisbet offered, motioning towards the inside of the diner.
Zanna nodded. She walked towards the girl, "Yeah."
"If you're going to be here, you might as well help." Lisbet handed the girl a rag. "Wipe down the tables for me?"
Zanna took the rag. It couldn't be that different from cleaning bikes. She looked to the tables, "Sure."
Lisbet started with the floor near the back, mopping up the spilled drinks and spots of blood and broken glass.
Zanna walked to a table and started wiping it down. She wasn’t quite sure how she got roped into doing this, but whatever.
"There was a fight. That's why this place is so messed up." She explained, starting to mop under the tables.
Zanna nodded, “I know. I was there.”
"It was awful. Ugh, there's always a fight when Socials and Greasers are involved. Even Pop's diner isn't safe." Lisbet leaned against a table, staring at the mess that the fight had left the room in.
