1. The Gang's All Here
I combed my hair like any other day, making sure it was well oiled and slicked back. I was meeting the other guys at the Storybrooke Jukebox, the local burger joint that we liked to hang out at. I pulled on my black leather Stangs' jacket (short for Mustangs), and took off in my red Cadillac towards the juke.
I parked in the lot, and got out to see the rest of the 'Stangs waiting for me outside the joint. I smirked as Auggie ran over just as I got out of my Caddy.
"Hey, it's about time you hauled ass!" August cried as he slapped me on the back. "C'mon, the gang's been waiting for you!"
I walked up and hi fived my buddies Graham, Leroy, and Jim, and walked into the Jukebox. The juke was blaring Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry, and all of the cats and dolls were dancing on the black and white tiled floor, having a real blast. The five of us slid into our usual booth, and waited for the waitress to come by.
"So, last night, I was playing back seat bingo with Regina," said Graham as he combed his unruly curly hair back. "We were at the drive-in but we sure weren't watching the flick!"
We all laughed. There were two kinds of girls in town: Red Angels, which were the bad girls, and Blue Angels, who were the goody-two-shoes who occasionally did some bad stuff like smoke and drink on the rare occasion. Regina was a Red Angel, and the easiest girl in town, and she was the leader not surprisingly.
"Don't be a wet rag!" cried Leroy. "I don't want to hear about what went down at the passion pit!"
"Alright!" I said, sensing a fight about to break out. "For all our sakes, let's just order!"
We ordered a round of milkshakes and burgers, and then got down to business.
"So, I heard you went out with some Dolly, eh?" August asked me. "You took her to the beach and had a make out session with her?"
"Oooh!" the guys awed in tandem.
"Tell me!" exclaimed Jim-Boy as he punched me in the shoulder. "Who was the broad?"
"Yeah, did she put out for you?" asked Leroy with a smirk.
"Drop dead twice," I said with a scowl.
"What, and look like you?" the others chimed in. We all laughed as the waitress came back with our food and drinks, and I tore into my burger hungrily.
"So, what ever happened to her?" asked Auggie.
"She had to go back to Australia," I said. "She was something though. Nice gams, stacked, and sweeter than an ice cream cone on a hot summer day."
"She really razz your berries, eh?" smirked Jim-Boy as he let out an enormous belch.
"Yeah, I guess you can say that," I said, finishing up my burger. I shook my head, and remembered who I was, Gold, the leader of the 'Stangs. "And yeah, she did razz my berries on the beach."
The other guys catcalled and slapped my back as I smirked. Eh, a little white lie wouldn't kill anybody. Belle had split for Australia, and I was never going to see her again. I was pretty sad when she split, but I would get over it, and find a new girl. If not, there was always fast Regina, who was always down for a rock n' roll in the Caddy.
A/N: So you do not get confused, this is the list of people in the gangs/girl groups:
Stangs:
Pinnochio/August
Mr. Gold/Rumplestilzkin
Sheriff Graham/Huntsmen
Grumpy/ Leroy
Jim/ Frederick (Katherine's true love)
Jets:
Prince Charming/David Nolan
Archie Hopper/Jiminy Cricket
Sydney Glass/Genie/Magic Mirror
Prince Thomas/ Sean Herman
Blue Angels:
Mary Margaret
Ruby
Ashley
Red Angels:
Regina
Maleficent
Katherine
I also realized that some of the words might be kind of confusing to my readers, so to help you out with some of the 50s jargon, here are some of the definitions:
hauled ass- drive fast
cat- hip person
doll- cute girl
back seat bingo- necking in a car
flick- movie
wet rag- someone who's no fun
passion pit- drive-in movie theater
drop dead twice- response to it= what, and look like you? (saying)
stacked- has large... yeah, you know...
razz your berries- excite or impress
fast- someone who is sexuallly active, aka Regina.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and I will update soon. Comment! I need your critique on this so I can see if you are interested in this or not!
