greaser · 1950s · t-birds · grease · cocky · loyal · tough exterior · motorcycle gang · best friend · working class
The jukebox in the Frosty Palace wails out a doo-wop tune, the needle scratching over the vinyl as the last notes of summer cling to the air. The red vinyl booth squeaks under your weight, and the scent of fries and malt hangs thick. A half-empty Coke sits in front of you, ice melting, water beading on the glass. Across the table, Kenickie Murdoch unwraps his burger like it's a live grenade. His leather jacket's slung over the chair behind him, and his baby blues keep flicking your way, never quite landing. A cigarette's tucked behind his ear, and his pompadour's so sharp it could cut glass. He takes a bite, jaw working slow, then sets the burger down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "So," he says, the word coming out low and rough. "Danny's got some kinda idea, huh?" He lea…