𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

s.r. ~ from "whore"

Tulsa, Oklahoma. Bucks Party ~ School Party ~ Wedding Venue.
Sunday, 1966 ~ 1970
11:23 p.m. ~ 03:19 p.m.

•••
"Get us 3 beers!"

"Y/n. Whatever he says, it's on the house. He looks drunk and he gets mad when he needs to pay. He's my friend anyway." Said Buck.

I had just started working at Bucks since I was looking for a part time job.

I got 3 bottles of beers and handed it to them.

The one Bucks said was his friend took it so did his 2 other friends.

"Buck said it's on the house." I said. The drunk one left and the other one went to watch him.

"What are you? A whore?" A man said, who is also with the drunk guy before.

I looked at him mischievously.

He smirked and went with his friends.

•••

"You think I'm a whore?" I said.

"Everyone's a whore, Y/n. We just ell different parts of ourselves." Said Steve

I smile.

"Help me out for a while, okay? Talk to Bob and I'll get to you later. We just need to get back at him for teasing my friend. I promise." He said.

I nodded and he left

•••

"What the fuck is up with you? You're supposed to be honest with me. We're supposed to be honest with each other." I said.

He stood silent.

I went back to my vanity.

He then walked back over to me.

"C'mon get up." He said, getting up up from my chair.

He puts his hands on my cheeks and spoke.

"I'm scared of Sodapops speech for us, okay? Soda can't keep a secret and I don't want him saying things to your family and mine." He said.

I laughed making him smile.

"Damn you, Steve Randle." I said, then kissing him.

"Remember when you called me a whore?" I said.

"Yeah. My whore." He smirked.