“Cherry, look what’s coming,” Marcia quickly addressed.
I watched the blue Mustang as it was coming down the street. …show more content…
Act normal.” They didn’t spot us the first time, so once they passed, we continued to walk and continue our conversations with each other. After a while, the Mustang came back, this time, it stopped. Randy and Bob got out of the car, still drunk as ever. A tension began to form inside me. “Cherry, Marcia, listen to us…just because we got a little drunk last time... ” Bob began as Randy was basically telling Marcia the same story. I could smell the beer on his breath. I remembered what he did in the drive-in, what Ponyboy told me about what happened to Johnny, and just about everytime he had gotten drunk. The tension infuriated and grew inside. I was not going to hear another one of his excuses. “A little? You 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,” I snapped at him. Marcia was giving Randy a cold look.
"And even if you are mad at us, that's no reason to go walking the streets with these bums,” Randy blurted in anger. This is what started to exasperate the greasers, they looked mean, tough and cold. As Two-Bit flipped out his switchblade, encouraging them to fight, I couldn’t just stand and watch them fight each other. It wasn’t right for them to fight over something as dumb as this whole “greasers versus Socs”