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

Started June 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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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.

Zanna leaned against the table she had finished cleaning, “Yeah. What is up with you two anyways? And don’t just say the ol Alpha Omega crap. There’s something else going on.”

"Greasers and Socials? I dunno. I've always gotten along well, but it's something about Acadius wanting to be the top at all times. The Greasers are at the bottom, but they want to be at the top too, right? So, tensions are high."

Zanna shrugged, “Good enough. It’s just ya don’t see any other gangs fight as often as those two do. It’s just strange.”

Lisbet nodded, folding her arms. "Maybe one day the two gangs will just combine?"

Zanna smiled at the thought, “When that day comes, I hope I’m there to see it. Otherwise I’ll make them do it again.”

"Yeah. Hey, do you need a job? Pop's is short-staffed. We could use someone like you." She finished mopping the floor, dumping the soggy straws/cups and glass into the trash can.

Zanna thought fir a second. The bike shop wasn’t making enough money, and well she was desperate. She nodded, “I do need one. Ya think I’ll get hired though?”

"If you have my recommendation, Pop will definitely say yes." Lisbet gave her a thumbs up. She tied her apron back on. "Just don't do anything stupid."

Zanna laughed as she finished wiping the last table, “I’ll try not to. Thanks.”

"Great." She smiled and started wiping the windows.