There's a cute blonde at the sock hop that Fonzie had never seen before. She was probably new in town. She looked embarrassed to be there, up against the wall like she was trying to blend into the paintjob. Someone had to show her a good time, maybe pull her out of her shell, and who better than the Fonz?
So he walked up to her and got her attention with a "Wallflower, let's dance." He took her by the hand and led her onto the dance floor. She avoided looking at his face, but she let him embrace her and rested her chin on his shoulder as they began to sway together.
She was stiff as a board at first, but eventually loosened up a little, settling against him as they slow-danced. Now was his chance. He blew a stream of warm air into her ear.
She shivered and turned her head in Fonzie's direction, and Fonzie took the opportunity to kiss her. She wasn't spectacular or anything, but she kissed back, hesitantly at first, then more intensely.
Fonzie pulled away to whisper into her ear "What do you say we ditch this place and head up to Inspiration Point?"
"I don't think Potsie would appreciate me running out on him."
Fonzie's eyes shot open. He knew that voice.
He looked at her face in the light for the first time.
It was Cunningham. Same big blue eyes, same high cheekbones, same guileless expression. The makeup was surprisingly well-applied - maybe his mommy had helped him out.
"It's part of the initiation," Richie said. "Did you know -"
"Don't be stupid," Fonzie interrupted. He let go and stepped away. Nobody was looking, thank God, they were too busy dancing themselves. "Course I knew it was you. I was just helping you out."
Richie's eyebrows furrowed. "Then why did you -" He trailed off, pointing at his lips.
Fonzie shrugged, not looking at Richie. "Just messing with you."
Richie seemed to accept that. He nodded and cast his eyes to the ground. Had his eyelashes always been that long? No, he was wearing mascara. Jeez, the guy didn't do anything by half, did he?
Fonzie turned to the nearest girl and pulled her onto the dance floor. Richie watched them, only leaving when Fonzie glared at him.
