(Lmao. We need to think of angst to put into the diner scene soon.)
"Yeah," Beau nodded, looking down at his lap as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He reached up and took the cigarette out from in between his lips as he set it down on the ashtray by him. Lucky had tried to get him to stop smoking so often, but it hadn't worked. "We have something in common."
(yep. we also need to get Vien and Beau together somehow lol)
"Well, hey, that means we're doing s-something right," Vien said, trying to lighten the mood a little as he gave Beau a small smile. "Two guys not into girls. Aren't we the novelty of the c-century."
(Lmao, ikr.)
A laugh, a real one, escaped Beau's lips as he looked towards Vien, a small smile spreading across his face. "We're definitely something," He added, glancing towards the other Greasers as they began to yell at a few Social boys.
Lisbet found Acadius in the crowd, sitting at a table. She handed him a chocolate milkshake, his favorite type.
"Hey Lis." He smiled and waved, the Social's jacket stretching across his broad shoulders while two girls watched him, giggling.
Lisbet smiled, pulling down her riding skirt and waving back. "We need to talk." She sat down across from him, drumming her fingers on the table. "Mikka's. . . not gonna be here anymore."
His smile slowly turned into a frown. "What do you mean?"
"Mikka left. He's not in town anymore. Out of state. Gone. Adios."
"That's against the rules."
Lisbet crossed her arms. "I know. But, Acadius, come on, this is Mikka, he leaves for a few, he comes back, right? It's not a problem."
Acadius leaned forward, slamming his fist against the table. "IT'S A DAMN PROBLEM LISBET! HE BROKE THE DAMN RULES! WHERE IS HE?!"
Lisbet narrowed her eyes. "I don't know, 'Dius. Just lay off, okay? Stop being so old-guard."
"WHERE THE F#CK IS HE, LISBET?!"
"I don't know."
"THE TRUTH!"
"I don't know!"
"LISBET!"
"I DON'T F#CKING KNOW, OKAY?!"
Acadius glared at her, standing up from the vinyl seat. "Do you know what the punishment is?"
Lisbet stood up, face red. " 'Dius, Mikka'll come back. Stop being stupid."
"And when he comes back, he'll face punishment. A beating up. But he's not here now, is he? Maybe. . . we should beat up someone. . . who's close to him. . . like you."
She bit her lip, slowly backing away. " 'Dius. That's against the rules."
"An eye for an eye, perhaps?"
Vien opened his mouth to respond, but he was cut off by a Social boy flinging a plate in their direction. Apparently a fight had broken out, and a small group had splintered away to pick fights with the rest of the diner. Vien winced as he was pulled from his booth by a Social about his height, the other boy cursing at him loudly as he resisted the urge to immediately go for his pen knife
Beau glanced towards Vien in concern before two social boys grabbed him by the arms and pulled him towards the fight. They were several inches taller them him and Beau struggled to get his switchblade out of his pocket. "Where's your bastard brother, Jack Frost?" One of them snickered as they pinned him to the wall. All around, fights were breaking out, Socials and Greasers throwing punches and even a few plates.
“Back. Off,” Vien hissed, and one of the Socials shoved him across the table to ram into one of the Socials holding Beau. He made a small noise of pain, wincing as he got up. He reached into his boot for his pen knife, a flash of anger going through him. He whipped around, cutting into a Social’s hand before kicking him away
Zanna stood back dodging plates as the two gangs fought. Things were heating up around here. She was going to stay here for the entertainment,, maybe even get involved.
Beau flicked his wrist and his switchblade snapped open as he stepped towards one of the taller Socials. He cut into his arm and swung, connecting with the boy's jawline. Multiple adults and girls were trying to stop the fight, but it was almost no use. Once a fight started, it didn't end easily. "You okay?" Beau asked, a concerned look on his face as he looked towards Vien.
Vien gave him a quick thumbs up before spinning to punch a Social directly in the jaw. For being so thin, he packed a punch. He drove his penknife into the arm of another Social before a few began to back off
Beau nodded, glancing around the diner as he punched a shorter Social in the nose. More Social boys seemed to pour in every minute, pinning Greasers to the wall. Even the adults didn't intervene. They even thought that Greasers were below them; orphans, runaways and the poor who didn't deserve anything. Beau dug his knife into another Social's hand before pushing him aside. "There are too many. We have to get out of here, or else we're going to get more than a few bruises."
Zanna started having to fight off the Socials. They didn't seem to care she wasn't a Greaser. They wanted blood. She grinned and gave them exactly that. There were to many for her to fend off on her own, but she wasn't a gang leader for nothing.
“Yeah. Grab your b-brother and let’s go,” Vien said, grabbing a milkshake from one of the tables and taking a sip before decking a ridiculously short Social in the nose
Beau looked around the diner for a few moments, but didn't catch sight of his brother. The fight moved closer to them and he motioned for Vien to follow after him as he moved towards one of the smaller exits near the back of the diner.
Vien nodded, smashing the milkshake glass over some Social’s head before making his way towards Beau. “I swear, you can’t go anywhere in this t-town without getting into a fight.”
Beau nodded mutely as he looked around for the rest of the Greasers, biting his bottom lip in worry. Once the Socials got their hands on you, the result wasn't pretty. "Yeah…it's bad. But, it's always been like this," He answered distractedly as he leaned against the wall outside.
Zanna managed to get out the door. She had a lot of cuts and bruises along her body. She was still smiling from the adrenaline rush. She moved away from the windows towards the back of the diner.
Vien finally made his way outside, scowling at the diner as he wiped his penknife on his pants before retracting the blade and setting it back in his boot. “Well, that was fun,” he grumbled
"Definitely fun," Beau nodded, wiping some blood from a small cut near the top of his cheek. He sighed and looked around once more, noticing that a few of the Greasers had found their way to the back of the diner. "Are you alright?" He asked gently as he turned back towards Vien.
“I’m fine. Don’t concern y-yourself with me,” Vien answered, waving him off as he glared at a small group of Socials through the diner. “The question that should be asked is a-are you alright?” he asked, voice softening slightly
"I'm alright. Just a little cut," Beau answered, nodding as if to reassure himself. He glanced to the side, noticing a few Socials leaving the diner near the other side of the diner. So far, it seemed like a few of the Greasers were missing, including Lucky. He's probably home. It's okay.
Zanna spotted two Greasers out back. She decided to stand back and watch them.
“Do you need a bandage or s-something?” Vien asked, pulling a band-aid out of his pocket and offering it to Beau. He knew it wasn’t much, but it was something
"It's alright. Just a little nick," Beau answered as he leaned against the wall next to Vien, noticing a girl watching them from afar. "Do you know her?" He asked, nodding his head towards them.
Vien looked over at her, frowning in thought. “No, so don’t think so. Only moved here l-last week, remember?”
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?)
