(Okay so Grease us on Vh1 right now. It is one of my favorite movies of all time, and one of the biggest crushes I've ever had is on Kenickie and one of my heroes is Rizzo. Exactly what does that tell you about me? No wonder I can't have a normal relationship. Laughs Anyhow my inspiration is a random fact of the day found on the website that I couldn't live without (IMDb) in the trivia section: "(Director) Randal Kleiser shot a scene of Kenickie and Rizzo getting into a heated argument, which explained their attitude towards each other in the diner scene (where Rizzo threw the malt at Kenickie). The fight scene was cut because it didn't match the tone of the rest of the film; it was much grittier that looked like something Martin Scorsese might have directed." So of course I feel the need to write my own version of the scene, which I would've loved to see. Another random fact for all fellow Grease-lovers: Rizzo's hickeys were real. Stockard Channing said in an interview that Jeff Conaway insisted on applying them himself. Hahaaaaaa. Here we go.))

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"Oh great," Kenickie said, looking around the now empty table. "I'm stuck with the check again, gimme money." Rizzo shot him back a dirty look in response. "Okay…" He threw the half-eaten cheeseburger onto the plate. "What's with you tonight huh? You got the personality of a wet mop."

"Don't you start with me!"

"Well eureka! How bout I finish with you then, huh?" Kenickie put his arm around Frenchie, who looked startled and confused.

"Finish this!" Rizzo threw the pink malt shake in his face. "To you from me, pinkie lee!" his "T' birds jacket flew into him. "Sorry, French." Rizzo added, grabbing her purse and walking as fast as her feet would let her out the door.

"RIZZO!" She heard Kenickie raging from behind her. "Rizzo, I need to talk to you NOW!"
Rizzo rolled her eyes and kept walking, but Kenickie caught up with her a few yards away from the door.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around. It took all she had not to laugh at his face, still sopping with pink malt.

"What is your problem?!"

"YOU'RE MY PROBLEM!" Rizzo yelled into his confused, angry face. She pulled herself out of his strong grasp and continued walking. Just as she turned the corner, she was body-slammed into the wall. Kenickie put his arms on either side of her and brought his face a few inches from hers. "Let go of me, you PIG!"

"Cut the shit! Why are you acting like this?"

"None of your damn business."

"Why don't you just tell me what I did to you?"

"You're here aren't cha?"

"God damnit, Rizzo!"

He looked searchingly into her eyes, before bringing his lips to crash down on hers. For a second she didn't resist, but once she came to her senses, she used all her might to push her off him. He stumbled backwards into his car.

"Don't TOUCH ME." She screamed at him, fully aware of how many people were now watching this.

"You are such a WHORE."

"Oh and you're so much better. You are nothing but TRASH."

Kenickie walked towards her menacingly, but before he could do anything he received a hard slap in the face.

"I regret the day I got into you're car. We're through!"

With that she walked away, leaving Kenickie standing on a side walk with the reminants of strawberry malt on his shirt and a hand-print across his cheek.

He got into his car and drove away, the whole time telling himself she didn't matter.

But he knew damn well it was a lie.