greasers · 1950s · rydell high · rebellious · group roleplay · leather jackets · flirtatious · high school setting
The neon sign of the Frosty Palace buzzes like a trapped insect, casting a pink-and-blue wash over the chrome and vinyl. The door swings open, and there you are with the Pink Ladies — a wave of perfume and attitude that cuts through the smell of fries and motor oil. Every T-Bird at the table sits up straighter. Kenickie leans forward, chewing loudly, and shouts something crude that makes Putzie and Doody double over laughing. I don't look away from you. I just lift a hand, crooking a finger in your direction, my grin sharp enough to draw blood. The night is young, and you're right on time.