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

Lisbet stopped at the lit-up diner with bright neon lights, parking her Vespa near the entrance and practically sprinting inside. She took a booth, staring at the baby blue and pastel pink menu that matched the color scheme of the place and looking up each time someone entered, hoping that Mikka would come. Maybe he bailed.
"Hello, Ms. Gutter." The big old man stood next to her chrome table, kind blue eyes peering down from his glasses. He chuckled, a deep sound coming from his large belly.
"Pop!" Lisbet's eyes sparkled and she leaned forward in her vinyl seat.
"No Mikka today?"
She sighed, her chin resting on the palm of her hand. "There was a fight today. Greasers and the Socials started it all. I don't understand! The Greasers are so. . .so. .urgh! Frustrating! The Socials can be total asses too. Acting like they're all hotshots and whatnot. Why can't we all just get along?"
Pop laughed, patting Lisbet's head, as if she were a disgruntled kitten. "You sound grumpy. Need a milkshake? Vanilla with extra whip, correct?"
"Thanks, Pop. You really know how to make a gal feel better."

Vien growled at a Social who gave him a look, shoving his way though the crowd and towards the bus stop a few feet away. Luckily the bus was just arriving, and Vien fumbled with his stolen wallet before throwing a quick glance at Beau. “C’mon,” he said, making sure he wasn’t lagging too far behind

Beau continued to move next to Vien, though it was hard to see him in the dark. The only thing that assured him that it was the right person was the boy's height. He continued to follow, constantly readjusting his hold on Lucky so he wouldn't fall to the ground.

Vien got onto the bus, getting them a seat near the front so they wouldn’t have to walk as much. “My place is just a f-few blocks away, we’ll be there in a f-few minutes.”

Zanna was watching from the background as the fight broke out. Yeah, she shouldn't be there. No, she didn't have back up. Did she care? Nope.

Lavi stalked off to the drive ins exit, not wanting to stick around any longer now that the fight was over. She had gotten some cuts on her arms, but nothing that serious, at least compared to the fight she had put up. She almost felt sorry for those bastards when they'd wake up in the morning. She aimlessly walked around, honestly not wanting to return to her broken shed of a house yet.

Vien got onto the bus, getting them a seat near the front so they wouldn’t have to walk as much. “My place is just a f-few blocks away, we’ll be there in a f-few minutes.”

"Thanks," Beau nodded, studying the boy now that there was light in the bus. He was honestly hot, with dark hair and icy eyes. He quickly glanced down and busied his gaze with checking his brother for any more cuts or injuries.

“N-No problem,” Vien said quietly. His eyes flickered over to Beau and his brother, taking in the similarities. “I don’t think I got y-your name,” he said, folding his hands in his lap

(Heyo! Anywhere I can jump in?)

((@TheLavenderOwl You could interact with me if you want ^^))

(Okay! Should Lavi and Olivia know each other?)
Olivia walked out of the grocery store, double checking to make sure she had everything on her mom's list.

((Yeah, that would work. ^^))
Lavi continued to walk around, not caring really where she ended up. Following the sidewalk, she ended up closer in town. Keeping her eyes out for Socials, she kept onward.

Olivia shouldered her bag of groceries, turning down Forester St. She smiled when she spotted Lavi. "Hey there stranger!" She shouted.

Lavi looked up, hearing someone yell, and saw Olivia. "Yeah, hey stranger!" She jogged over to her, smiling at her friend.

"How've you been doing?" Olivia asked.

She shrugged. "Eh, I'm doing alright. How about you?"

"I'm doing alright. Ellie and I went and saw The Sound of Music in theaters!"

"That's cool!" Lavi smiled at her friend. She looked down at her arms for a second, noticing that the cuts had finally stopped bleeding, before getting back into the conversation.

Olivia noticed the cuts on Lavi's arms. "Oh lordy! What happened?!"

"Oh, a fight broke out at the drive in. Don't worry, I'm fine. Lot's of people got it worse." She tried to make her voice reassuring so Olivia didn't freak out more than she had.

"Knowing you I believe it." Olivia said, pushing a stray curl of hair back into her braid. "You want to come over to my house and clean those up? I've got ointment and bandaids too."

Slightly laughing, Lavi said, "Sure, if you don't mind."

Olivia nodded. "Not at all. C'mon."

“N-No problem,” Vien said quietly. His eyes flickered over to Beau and his brother, taking in the similarities. “I don’t think I got y-your name,” he said, folding his hands in his lap

"Beau Teller," He answered, glancing back up at the boy as he leaned back against the seat, running a hand through his hair. "And you?"

(I gtg :(

"Argo," Vien answered, deciding not to give his real name. Argo was what most people called him anyways, so he figured it didn't matter. Besides, having a constellation for a name sounded much better than Vien in his opinion

Beau nodded and studied Argo before he looked back down, twirling an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He liked the sound of the boy's name, but he didn't say anything out loud, the silence passing between them. "I haven't seen you around. . .," Beau finally said, speaking up over the hum of the bus. "I mean, around the other Greasers."

"I just m-moved here. Only been here a week or two. But I tend t-to be the type to sink into the background. People don't n-notice me," Vien mumbled, watching the buildings pass by outside the window

"You look like someone worth noticing to me," Beau answered, rubbing the back of his neck as he listened to the words he just said. "I mean, not because of looks. . . b-but I mean, you're actually really hot. I mean-" He cut himself off, feeling a faint blush spread across his cheeks as he rubbed his face with his hands. What would everyone else think if he called another guy hot? Everyone thought that boys belonged with girls. That was the one common thought that was similar between all the gangs. What would Lucky think if he was awake?

(Since it's the 1960's, being gay was probably frowned upon now that I think about it. . . it's sad that it used to be like that.)

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Argo felt his face heat up slightly. He was…hot? That was something he never head, especially around here. When he was still living with his family, their town was unusually open to guys being with guys, or girls being with girls. But as soon as he was shoved into foster care he had to hide the fact that he liked guys from everyone. "I-It's okay. You, um. You, you h-have really cool hair," he stammered, his face growing a little redder as he fumbled for words