Beau had never liked drive-in movies, but it provided his little brother and himself something to look forward to at the end of the week. He leaned against a fellow Greaser's car, an unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he looked around for Lucky. His brother was probably off flirting with a group of Social girls. Shaking his head faintly and chuckling, he glanced around the parking lot, looking for any of the Social boys who had picked a fight with him last week, resulting in him constantly readjusting the bandages around his knuckles. Beau hadn't wanted to come in the first place, but Lucky and the rest of the Greaser's had dragged him along. It won't be that bad. Just try to have some fun.
Vien was sitting on the tailgate of some Greaser's truck, a few feet away from a kid with white hair he could have sworn he knew from somewhere. He swung his long legs idly, his head resting in the palms of his hands as he watched the movie. He had to walk the entire way here, which wasn't the most fun since his current foster home was poor and three blocks away
(I'm officially changing my gang's name to the Nameless thanks @Nerd lol but really it fits because they're kinda outcasts from society)
Tasper leaned against the Nameless's shared pick-up truck. He spotted members from other gangs around them and opted to ignore them, sending them nasty looks if he caught them staring. He was never a fan of drive-in movies, but he was bored. It was better than being home. Plus, alcohol.
Lavi weaved between some of the cars and trucks parked, looking for anyone she knew. She had been sitting by herself, but after being catcalled by some guys, who she hated to admit could take her down, she decided it would be easier to avoid a fight and just chill with some others.
Vien sighed. He could feel his eyes drooping and he knew he needed something to keep awake. The last time he fell asleep somewhere a group of Socials had stripped him and left him in the park. He shuddered at the memory, looking around for a moment. He spied a cooler next to the kid with the white hair, and he moved to get up and rummage through it before stopping himself. The guy with the white hair seemed like he would be cool, but he also looked like he would rather knock his lights out than speak to him. He sat there for a moment, fiddling with his sweater for a moment as he tried to decide what to do
"Look who finally decided to show up," Beau called out as soon as he saw Lucky walking back towards him. It was easy to tell that they were sibling's, both with white blond hair and icy blue eyes, though Lucky was almost taller than Beau.
"Yeah, yeah," He answered, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I met these really cute Social girls. . . and I need help."
"Help," Beau scoffed, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he glanced over at the dark haired boy in the Greaser's truck to his right. "Just flirt. Tell jokes, do something nice. Maybe you'll get lucky. We didn't name you that for no reason." He chuckled, ruffling brother's hair before he walked back towards the Social girls, probably muttering insults to Beau under his breath.
Finley sat on the top of the Greaser's car, using his left hand to prop himself up. He honestly wasn't paying attention to the movie, and it was pretty hard to see from where he was anyway. He took out his lighter and began switching it on and off, frustrated that he had left home without a pack of cigarettes.
((Hey, can I interact with someone… if anybody doesn't mind??))
Vien took a deep breath. Okay, just one guy to get past to get to the alcohol. No big deal. He slid off the tailgate, ducking his head to make himself look shorter as he walked over to the white-haired guy. "You mind if I t-take something out of the cooler?" he asked, mentally cursing his condition for making him stutter
"Yeah, of course," Beau answered, glancing up at the taller boy as he stepped to the side. "Help yourself," He added as he blew strands of messy hair out of his face, studying him as he walked towards the cooler.
After wandering through the sea of cars, she finally spotted some people she knew. "Hey there," she smiled as she approached Beau and another Greaser looking type person.
((I can interact with you both… right??))
"Thanks," Vien said, reaching for the cooler. He rummaged through it for a moment, grabbing a hard root beer out of it. "You wouldn't happen t-to have any cigarettes, would y-you?" he asked, cracking open the root beer and taking a sip of it
"I always have cigarettes," Beau answered, chuckling lightly as he glanced back up at the boy, though it was hard to make out his features in the dark of the parking lot. He handed him the pack, leaning back against the truck as he noticed a girl approach them.
Vien took one from the pack, handing it back to him before fishing a lighter out of his pocket. He had left his satchel at home in case he fell asleep and got robbed again, so all he had was his lighter and a penknife. He lit the cigarette, putting the lighter back in his pocket and leaning back against the car
The smell of cigarette smoke filled the air, making Finley's fingers twitch. I'm not that desperate am I? Who am I kiddin', of course I am. I can't go five minutes without smokin' somethin'.
Lavi looked over at the two Greasers, happy to be back with people of her own kind. She tossed some of her blonde hair out of her face and smiled. "Hey," she casually said.
Vien took a drag on his cigarette, eyes flicking across the parking lot. He had lost interest in the movie a while ago, and was now a little more interested in people watching. There were a few cute Nameless and Socials, but almost all of the Greasers scared him too much to try and talk to him. But the white haired guy was nice-ish, and he was kinda cute. Though he couldn't really tell since it was dark. He looked up at the sound of someone's voice, and he waved a little at the person coming towards them
Now close enough, Lavi leaned up against the truck the other two were standing around. She gave a small wave back at one of the guys. "What's up," she asked, giving a quick glance over the both of them.
"Nothing much," Vien said, taking a sip of his rootbeer. He took another drag of his cigarette, blowing smoke rings boredly as he tried and failed to focus on the movie
Beau nodded towards the girl, a small grin tugging the corners of his lips up as he took the cigarette out of his mouth. After rummaging through his jacket's pocket for a while, he managed to find his lighter and lit it, slipping the cigarette in between his lips again. He glanced over at the dark haired boy again in an attempt to study him as the movie cast a faint light on him. "Just trying to pick up a date. What about you?" Beau asked, turning his attention back towards the girl.
Vien's icy eyes flicked over to the lighter in Beau's hand. The faint light it cast let him see him a little better for a moment, and he bit the inside of his cheek as he realized that he was sitting next to who he was sure was one of the hottest Greasers he'd ever seen. He felt a faint redness rise to his cheeks, and he was grateful that the darkness of the drive-in theater helped hid his face a little
Lavi smirked and nodded, before saying, "Nothing much either, just escaping some catcallers, for their sake," she winked. She still had the smirk on her face as she studied her spiked wristbands, trying to give off the air like she was tougher than she was.
Vien rolled his eyes. He forgot how tough some of the other Greasers acted sometimes. "Poor them. W-Would hate for them to get their eyes poked out," he said teasingly
Vincent pulled the upper half of his body out of his red, rusty Volkswagen beetle, rolling his eyes and reassuring someone in the car he'd stay close.
He stood up, to his full 5'5 glory and climbed up onto the top of the car, leaving the passenger door open and climbing onto the roof of the dirty car. He yawned and stretched as he plopped down onto the roof, grinning as someone in the back of the car cursed at him slightly.
