j.c. & p.c. ~ bars

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Tulsa, Oklahoma. Park.
Saturday, 1966.
02:32 a.m.

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"Are you gonna attack us or something?"

I asked the Socs, threatening us.

"Yeah! We're gonna beat the living shut out of you 3." One of em said.

"How old are you?" I asked. "18. We pretty much all are." "Yeah, that's a bad idea. I'm 17, he's 16, and he's 14 so. You're attacking a minor."

"Do I look like I give 2 shits?" "Well you should. You could get arrested." I said.

"Well, we'll beat you up real good and you won't have a witness." "Well I learn martial arts and I'm a champion and won like 5 trophies so..." I shrugged.

"Oh yeah? No one likes a show off." He said, getting closer to me. Pony and Johnny were behind me.

"Yeah but unless what they're showing off is dope as fuck." I said. He gritted his teeth and punched me but I dodged it.

"Don't even try." I said.

"I'm gonna get you one day." He said backing up to his car. "Maybe you will, maybe you won't."

"Oh we will."

"Then it'll be great seeing you behind bars for the rest of your life." I said.

He then wanted to attack me again but this time his friends stopped him.

"Let's get outta here." I told Ponyboy and Johnny.

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Idek what this is but this is all I got for now, sry.

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