Puttin' on the Ritz (Y!Outsiders x fem! reader

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["PUTTIN' ON THE RITZ."]

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    You found a place to stay at a nearby hotel on the west side of Tulsa. Which is were you discovered you were. In Tulsa Oklahoma. How fun.

     Nothing against Oklahoma of course, just...it's random to say the least. One moment you're on your merry(ish) way to your final year as a senior in high school, hit by a bus, and now you're in the sixites in Oklahoma.

     Your day couldn't get any more interesting, could it?

     So without a second thought, you decided it would be cool to literally catapult yourself onto the hotel's bed. But what you did notice was how much better everything was in the west of Tulsa, that's just compared to the east side.

    The east kinda looked like it was on it's last limb.

     Oh well! Nap time.

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     "What the hell was that about?" A blonde Soc with curly hair snickered and brought his flask up to his face again and took a couple sips. 

     Cherry's eyes rolled and she crossed her arms. Irritated that Bob had started drinking again, and in front of her as well. "I dunno, Bob." She hissed through her teeth quietly and crossed her arms and walked away from Bob.

    Bob scoffed, "Cherry!" He called out and walked towards her, "Baby, please...I promise I won't drink for the rest of the night." He cooed, trying to ease her growing anger and irritation.

     If anything, all it did was make it worse. She slapped him across the face. "I'm fed up with this, Bob! It's either me or the alcohol!" Cherry glared at him with pure heartbreak. The other Socs had already left and it was just the two of them alone.

     Bob hesitated. His eyes were wide as his bottom lip started to quiver. Cherry took his silence as an option that she had feared. Tears pricked her eyes, "Wow...Huh...I see how it is..." She walked backwards away from him and spun around and walked away from him quickly.

      "Cherry!" Bob called out to Cherry as she sped walked away. Tears poured down her face as she realized that she had no one to go to anymore. It was all just too much. She walked towards the park, tears streaming down her face as her red hair brushed at the sides of her face.

      She was completely alone.

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    BEEP! BEEP! BEEEE-! 

    Smash!

   You smashed the alarm clock, successfully turning it off. You rolled over on the bed so that you were on your back. Looking up at the ceiling and you groaned. This really wasn't a dream, wasn't it? 

     You really were trapped in the sixties, with no wifi, and no perception as to how they dressed or talked. Great. You looked at your watch, which unsurprisingly wasn't accurate. You quickly sat up from your bed and snatched up your bag that was at the bedside table.

     With a quick look inside, you noticed a couple things were missing. One, your textbooks, your computer, and a couple of your notebooks. 

    The only things that remained was your phone, headphones, wallet, earbuds, charger, sketchbook, and notebook. Usually for journaling. As well as your own copy of 'Gone with the Wind.'

      You huffed and snatched out a couple of items. Your phone, wallet, and ear buds. The charge on both your phone was decent. You put in your ear buds. And checked your wallet.

      Your eyes narrowed there was a lot more money than there was before hand. But then again, it could just well be your mind playing tricks on you. Either way, you brushed it off and got out of bed. 

     Wearing the same clothes as before, as you didn't have anything else to wear. Though you did decide to leave the jacket behind. As it was a miserable walk in the park just to get to the hotel. It was just so hot outside.

     So, you now you were just walking along the road, black tank top, baggy and torn up jeans. Your hair was down, covering the earbuds that were in your ears. Though you couldn't have been too lucky however, because they weren't wireless. 

     People still stared as you walked throughout the alleyways and streets. Though not as many now that you didn't have the jacket and headphones. It was probably the headphones that did it for the people. 

     You stopped playing the music and walked into a nearby clothes store. The prices were amazing, either that or that was because you had come from a time were people struggling just to put food on the table. 

     Either way, you got a plethora of different clothes that matched the time period and started walking home, though you didn't notice how some people didn't match the looks that you had bought.

     They looked like some hoods that you'd see in an old fashion and vintage movie. Their hair would be greasy, and they'd have some goofy come back. Either acting too childish, or not childish enough for their age.

     But it's the sixties, who cares?

    There were of course, some people who sent you some weird looks, but you didn't really care. You sent them friendly smiles and waves. Once you started wearing these clothes, surely people would stop staring. Wouldn't they?

     It doesn't matter. They'll stop staring eventually.