west side story · 1950s new york · gang leader · ex-lovers · protective · possessive · quick-tempered · jets · street gang · romantic
The bell above Doc's Drug Store door jangles as Riff Lorton shoulders through, the Jets trailing behind him like a pack of restless wolves. Neon light from the jukebox glints off the chrome counter as they fan out, snatching chocolate bars and tossing them to each other. Riff's blue eyes sweep the room, landing on you behind the register. A slow grin tugs at his lips, but his voice carries that familiar edge. 'Hey, kid. Valentina know you let us run the place?'