𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 || 𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐨 𝐧 𝐞

ᴅ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ʀ

you stood in the back the kitchen, waiting for suzan to let you know the next table you'll be serving

suzan was a middle age women who ran the whole place with her husband, sam. suzan always had a problem who those who came in, especially the people we labeled as greasers

you didn't understand the point of this unnecessary system of class, it was pointless. everyone you knew was confused why you worked at a place where both socs and greasers visited, since you were a soc yourself. you would shrugged it off because you didn't care one bit

"y/n!" the familiar raspy voice called, shoving a notepad and pen towards your chest. suzan. "a group of greasers boys, have fun. table four"

the word greaser felt wrong, it was something you knew was dumb

but one thing you knew that was true were that both greaser boys and soc boys had the same values. all they care or did was fight, drink too many cans of alcohol, smoke pot, like being sexual towards many girls, and thought their clans were the best

you sighed, smiling back at suzan. the last time you served a group of boys, words like broad and a polish girl were brought up

you left the kitchen, praying and hoping these group of boys weren't bad. table four, as you begun to approach it, two boys sitting down. look like they were about fourteen blew a straw in your face. keeping a smile, you tried to ignore it

another guy beside them, looked about he was about to twenty scoffed. "pony be a good boy." his eyes soon glanced over, noticing your present. "and you..." he eyed the gold hoops you wore. wandering his eyes to your name tag. "why is a soc girl like you working somewhere like this y/n?"

"well you know..." you tried to laugh it off, "anyway what can i get you three"

"you didn't answer my question." the older male spat, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket

"sir you can't be smoking in here" you sighed, hoping this guy would stop being a snob

he rolled his eyes. "it's dallas or dally. and says who?"

"diner policy" you explained, ignoring the foolish boy and begun to talk to the other two. "what would two like?"

"just two cokes for us" one replied softly, unlike the one across from him

"and you?" you rolled your eyes, facing dally

"just one coffee, make it quick" he lit up the cigarette, ignoring what you had said earlier