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Headcanon: Cas had a nightmare that he and Marie were stuck in the general store (that had been submerged in water) with a shark.
He doesn't know what it means...but he might not step foot in the general store for a while. Just in case.
Penny Lane, I heard there was a Greaser party last night. What's the scoop?
Dear Anonymous Reader,
Oh boy, do I ever have scoop about that fiery event. Well, from the hushed whispers and then the very loud complaints from disgruntled Greasers, there is very little secret to spill. Ryan Voxing and Marie Blevins being back in town has brought new life and destruction to the Greasers as always. There was a joyous welcome back for both, but not so much for Ryan from sister dearest. Unfortunately for party-goers hoping for a party of all things, Castello Jacobsen was once again spotted at a Greaser function (this boy has a really inconvenient way of not taking a hint) and was invited by Rodney’s third for a round of drug-induced “fun,” which we all know is Greaser talk for torture and possible hospitalization. I hear Sherri’s head spun clear around on her shoulders as Cas was given LSD. Spewing fury and confessions of days of whoring past, she tore into Ryan over the issue before storming off after kissing her ex in front of the rabid dogs and attempting to plead her case to no avail. Carmen was seen following her after a bitter bickering with her beau, while Seth Mann was seen shoving the Greaser leader in order to protect Castello from Rodney’s infamous wrath. A begrudged peace fell over the night, but not after Ryan was pushed by Cas nearly into their bonfire, Bria Martins and Griffin Walters were seen sucking each other’s face off (before being rudely interrupted by the night’s aforementioned events, my apologies), and there were screaming matches galore.
My, oh my, trouble in paradise is always devastating to report. I need a Kleenex just to write this. Greasers falling apart? Let’s hope the Socs don’t get wind of such cracks in the ‘family’ foundation. Oh…they already have?
This could get nasty. Wear a helmet.
Sincerely,
Penny Lane.
What's new with you, Rodney?
Actually got outta the slammer myself about 2 weeks ago. Did a week in there for destruction of property and scarin’ the shit outta one of the Soc mommas. Been busy preparin’ for this rumble, witnessin’ Cain get married, and then makin’ Hailey a Greaser. The usual mostly.
I got sent to the slammer for beating some Soc boys' asses
That’s my girl! We’ll need that spirit goin’ into the rumble.
Did ya do alright while ya were in there?
RODNEY! I'm out of the cooler.
Well, I’ll be damned, Blevins. ‘Bout fuckin’ time we saw your face ‘round here again.
Ever had any sexual fantasies about Marie?
Maybe.
Come to you in pieces // Rodney & Marie
Rodney stumbled through the streets of Tulsa aimlessly, wincing with every step. The taste of his own blood still on his tongue and his whole body ached from the countless blows. He had lost, though it was on his own terms and for a greater good, each loss was always a shot to the ego. He knew he could have beaten Andy, but if he had broken something in the process that kept him from the jumping next week, he'd have been even worse off. He'd lost a bit of his touch, he knew he had. The once great Greaser king had fallen, crushed beneath the weight of loss and his own foolishness. Doubt plagued his soul. He had fallen in love, a love so innocent and pure that he had let himself be blind to what was right in front of his eyes. He had let guilt define him, loss cripple him, and love destroy him.
His subconscious led the way to where he needed to be. The battle scars were not simply physical this time, and he had everywhere and nowhere to turn. There was this girl, this friend of his, that he had missed. Her insanity, her immense strength, their shared hatred of the Socials, they were alike in so many ways. That's where he found himself, bloodied and bruised, he came to her. Cleaning his hand off on his jeans, he banged on her door with his palm. Leaning his forehead against the door, he listened for footsteps before moving back, wiping the blood from his mouth. He managed a weak smirk, "Blevins."
Do you ever pull pranks on the Soc customers at the grocery store?
O’ course I do. Marie and I gotta pass our time somehow.
