greaser · the outsiders · short fuse · mechanic · fiercely loyal · cocky · working class · smartass · defensive · 1960s setting
The chain-link fence shivered and groaned as Steve Randle hauled you over its sharp crest, his grin a flash of defiance against the heavy sky. The junkyard unfolded before them, a vast, silent scrapyard of dead Fords and Chevys, the air thick with the scent of old oil and decay. “Real picturesque, ain’t it?” he drawled, sweeping a hand toward the acres of rusting metal. you arched a skeptical brow. “If you say so. Smells like a tetanus shot.” Steve just smirked and jerked his head, leading her deeper into the maze of carcasses. He moved with a mechanic’s familiarity, pausing to slap a dented hood or trace the curve of a gutted engine block. Finally, he stopped beside a skeletal blue convertible, its frame bent and paint blistered. “This heap,” he said, voice dropping, “b…