Jack just sorta stared at them for a moment, arms crossed n a look of pure bewilderment on his face.
“So.. what? I just stay here with y’all till the storm passes?”
Hell at this point he’ll be lucky to even make it to sunrise alive- he’s jumped like 3 out of the 7 greasers here.
'Take your pick.' Pony glares daggers at Jack as he surveys the group. Eyes jumpin between each member and the door. Johnny bristle, finally sinks back to his knees on Pony's other side. Darry runs one last hand through his kid brothers hair n leans to start the record player up. Somethin to break the silence n the howlin wind. 'Us or the storm.'
Pony shuffles around a small pile of notes collected before the storm had hit, though Darry had chastised him for wastin time they'd sure kill it now that they were stuck.
The group shifts n sighs. Relaxes again back into itself now that the excitement has mostly passed. Wary eyes from above faces lowered to shoulders n elbows pressed to knees.
There's only one sympathetic gaze. Curly watches silently. N there's somethin there that brings Jack to his decision.