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Post by SODAPOP CURTIS on Jul 11, 2010 18:56:12 GMT -5
Soda smiled to Darry as he dropped him off at work, "next time I dive, okay Darry?" His grin widened as Darry gave him a look like he was crazy before driving off. Sodapop was notorious fast and reckless driver. Soda loved anything that caused a thrill, he got a high just off of life. He loved drag racing and bull riding. In fact anything exciting and dangerous. A smile remained on his lips as he entered the garage and threw off the button up shirt that was part of his uniform. It was too hot out to wear it plus his boss didn't really mind. Steve would be joining Soda when he got out of school. The boy worked full time because he dropped out of school, it just wasn't his thing plus he and Steve attracted the best business in the east and west combined.
You could tell he was a greaser just from what he was wearing. Not that anything like that mattered to any of their customers. Steve was the best mechanic in all of Tulsa, Soda was sure of it. Everyone came to him. Soda wasn't bad himself, though most of his customers seemed to be girls... without cars. It was rather strange for him but he didn't mind, at least he would have some company. The boy was a ball of energy, he was always grinning. He shoved his hands in his pockets it looked like a slow morning and Soda was already pretty hyper. He sat right outside of where the garage was, waiting for a sign of a customer.
Soda wasn't surprised to see a few girls walking in his direction, probably skipping school. The smiled and giggled, buying some pop and sipping it. The talked to him until he actually got a customer and he told them he was sorry but he had to get back to work. They could have hung around while he worked on the car but he was itching to get some hands on work, not that he didn't like talking of course. It was one of Shepard's gang that brought his car in. His gang and Shepards were pretty cool with one another, it was simple someone had slashed his tires and the hood was pretty bent out of shape about it. Soda chatted with him while he changed his tires, getting the JD to crack a smile or two. He gave him a discount, something Soda was notorious for doing for a friend. The other greaser gave him a genuine grin, "you're an okay kid, you know that?" He clapped the boy on the back and drove off.
Soda found himself wishing Two-Bit would come in, the two of them would have a great time. Though it would probably end up in Soda getting fired. The two of them were not a good mix when it came to responsibility. Or Steve would be great then Soda could play around Steve could work, not that he didn't like working... per say. He would just rather be having a good time. He could have done a lot better at most things if he could just keep his attention tethered to one thing for five minutes straight. That was highly unlikely. The greaser resumed sitting down and getting himself a bottle of pop.
Not that he needed anymore energy. He saw a few Soc girls walk past, smiling and waving at him. He waved back. He wasn't really sure what the other guys were talking about he had never really come across a mean girl. Here and there maybe but girls always seemed to be sweet no matter what social class they came from. He leaned back, hoping to get another customer he didn't mind working today. At least it was something to do.
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