Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 31: Drunk as a Skunk

Vikki's POV

"Cookie! Wait! I'm sorry!" Two-Bit yelled after her, but my sister was already long gone. Her fight or flight response was the strongest I had ever seen in every situation. I peeked my head up, trying to see where she was going. As I watched Two-Bit turn and kick an empty chair as hard as he could.

"Whatcha looking at?" Soda asked, trying to look back and match where my eyes were darting to.

"Cookie ran like a bat out of hell." I said, feeling concerned. "Ah think she was crying."

"I'm sure she's fine, Two is with her."

"That is who she ran away from." I said as I watched Two walk solemnly and disappear behind a nearby tree. I wanted to follow him. To ask him what he did to her. I'd never seen Cookie run so fast and without saying anything.

"Oh." Soda said. "We can check on 'em later."

"What if she's hurt?" I asked, looking after where Cookie had run off to.

"She's not." Soda said, "promise me, ya ain't gonna worry none about Cook tonight. M'kay? You worry too much."

"Soda, she was crying. In public." I told him, "She never does that. She donnae even do that in private."

"She's been kinda emotional lately." Soda pointed out.

"Ah'mma go check." I said, standing up from our seat.

He tried to usher me back by saying, "I'm only gonna sit willingly for the next five minutes."

I walked toward where I saw Two and Cookie part, but I had no sign of Cookie. She hauled ass out of there. I did see Two, chatting with a few other greasers and stealing their booze. He was too far away to yell to, and it did not seem like my place to give him a piece of my mind. So, instead, I reported back to Soda and sat under his arm until his shaking leg drove me crazy.

"Let's get outta here, eh?" Soda asked.

I nodded my head in agreement, and when I stood up I nearly bumped into Two.

"Oh, shit, darling, I'm sorry." He said after getting his footing. His breath reeked of beer, strong enough for me, a Scot, to want to waft it away. "Are ya all right?"

"Aye, man, Ah'm good." I said. "Are ye savvy?"

"What?"

"You good, man?" Soda repeated.

"I... am fan-fucking-tastic." He said, lifting up another beer bottle and guzzling it down.

"Let's take you home, big man." Soda said.

When Two is drunk, I found that he has to be treated like a kid. Well, when he is sober too but I never see him when he is sober. I don't think he ever is. He gets rowdy really quick, and is popular among the "gets-kicked-out-of-every-establishment" club, which he is the president of.

We snuck alongside him and turned him around so we could start making our way out of the busy drive-in without calling too much attention to ourselves.

"Hey, Two." Soda said when we reached the main road, "why the good time?"

"Who said I was having a good time?" He asked, tossing the glass bottle into a nearby bush as he nearly tripped over a raised crack in the sidewalk.

"You did. Minutes ago." Soda said.

"Bull." He laughed, almost hysterically. I sounded like he was about to crack. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew it had something to do with Cookie and the way she took off.