"Cherry, Marcia, listen to us..." the handsome black-haired Soc with the dark sweater began. Johnny was breathing heavily and I noticed he was staring at the Soc's hand. He was wearing three heavy rings. I looked quickly at Johnny, an idea dawning on me. I remembered that it was a blue Mustang that had pulled up beside the vacant lot and that Johnny's face had been cut up by someone wearing rings... The Soc's voice broke into my thoughts; "...just because we got a little drunk last time..." Cherry looked mad. "A little? Y ou call reeling and passing out in the streets 'a little'? Bob, I told you. I'm never going out with you while you're drinking, and I mean it. Too many things could happen while you're drunk. It's me or the booze." The other Soc, a tall guy with a semi-Beatle haircut, turned to Marcia. "Baby, you know we don't get drunk very often..." When she only gave him a cold stare he got angry. "And even if you are mad at us, that's no reason to go walking the streets with these bums." Two-Bit took a long drag on his cigarette, Johnny slouched and hooked his thumbs in his pockets, and I stiffened. We can look meaner than anything when we want to — looking tough comes in handy. Two-Bit put his elbow on Johnny's shoulder. "Who you callin' bums?" "Listen, greasers, we got four more of us in the back seat..." "Then pity the back seat," Two-Bit said to the sky. "If you're looking for a fight..." Two-Bit cocked an eyebrow, but it only made him look more cool. "You mean if I'm looking for a good jumping, you outnumber us, so you'll give it to us? Well..." He The Outsiders, S.E. Hinton 39