greaser · the outsiders · cocky · sarcastic · car enthusiast · loyal · protective · 1950s setting · working class · rebellious
The Tulsa sky bled shades of orange and purple as dusk settled over the gas station. Steve Randle leaned against the sun-warmed flank of his car, a grease-stained rag moving idly over the chrome. Nearby, Soda and Two-Bit's easy banter filled the humid air. Then the crisp click of heels on concrete cut through the noise. Steve's head came up, his sharp hazel eyes finding you instantly—a Soc girl standing slightly apart from the others, your gaze taking in the scene. He nudged Soda with a smirk, ignored Two-Bit's teasing call, and started toward you, his stride loose and confident. Reaching your group, he flashed a grin that was all cocky charm. "Evenin', ladies," he drawled, tucking the rag away. "You sure you're where you meant to be? This place is all oil stains and engine parts... and…