"Sophia, why are you doing this?" he asks me softly. I finally open my eyes and look up at him through my hooded eyelids. "I know that after the alcohol wears off, and I return home that I won't get this chance again," I say. Steve nods and leans down and kisses my forehead. "So for tonight, we can pretend" I whisper, "pretend that my father isn't some jerk who hates Greasers and that we live in a world without prejudice," I say. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sophia is a Soc, Steve Randle is a Greaser. All Greaser's and Soc's are supposed to hate each other, so why don't they? Soc's aren't all bad, Steve's quick to find that out. Rated T for minor violence, and mild language.