hello all! here's another outsiders story just for you...I've been too lazy to type it till now, so here it is. Well, there's the rest of the gang's POV's after this, so ya gotta tell me if i should continue =)
anyways, here it goes...
Dally POV
I groan and sit up, looking around. My head was pounding hard and it felt like nails were being nailed in my brain. Every little sound was amplified; I had the worst hangover I've had yet. Sitting all around me were members of the gang. Two-Bit was still sleeping, sprawled across Johnny's lap. Johnny was leaning on the wall across from me, sitting on the floor. Ponyboy was sprawled in the middle of the cell, laying on his stomach and snoring loudly. Steve had somehow ended up curled in a ball in the smallest corner of the room we were in. Sodapop was hanging halfway off of the bed next to mine. Darry was nowhere to e found. Everyone was sleeping but me.
Suddenly, Johnny's eyes opened and he rubbed his eyes drowsily. Noticing his surroundings, he let out a high-pitched scream, which woke up Two-Bit, who also screamed, but less high-pitched. I winced. "Shh…my head hurts…stop yelling…" Pony whispered, and I nodded in agreement. Soda woke up and looked around. "Where's Darry?" he asked a warden who was walking by. The warden said harshly, "Darrel Curtis is in solitary confinement." And walked away. "I liked Tom better." I muttered.
Johnny looked at me with a scared look in his eyes. "how come I can't remember last night or how we got here?" he asked, panicked. Memory flooded back to my head.
-the day before at noon-
I took another swig of my drink and strolled into the Curtis house. "Happy birthday, Pony!" I drawled, slapping Pony on the back when I saw him. Pony grinned. "Thanks, Dal. We was waitin' opn you. Darry's real mad at you cuz you somehow gotta plan my party." I grinned and as Two-bit, Darry, Soda, Steve, Johnny, and Pony hopped into my car. I put down my drink and hopped into the driver's seat, but Darry quickly threw me into the passenger's seat and hopped into the driver's seat himself. "I ain't gonna let you drive drunk with the whole gang in the car." He said sternly, and started my car. I shrugged and gave him directions to the place Pony's party would be.
-one hour later-
"We're finally here!" I exclaim as we pull up in front of a random bar. "Let's go celebrate yer 18th, Pony! Yer an a-dult now!" I say drunkenly and stumble inside. Darry hesitates, but gives in and steps inside, the gang following behind. Everybody orders alcohol except for Darry, who orders an orange juice. When he looks away, I grin and pour some of my vodka in it. I pull Johnny and Pony away from the crowd and Pony says he has to go to the bathroom. I nod and the waiter comes with our drinks. He starts to say something about Johnny being too young, which obviously bothers Johnny, so I scream at him, "OH, I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T KNOW THIS BAR WAS RACIST AGAINST SHORT PEOPLE!" The waiter told me that I should be quiet, which pissed me off. Nobody tells me what to do, so naturally, I run to the pool table and grab a pool stick. As I grabbed one, I heard somebody say something to pony and Dar turned around and started beating the tar outta him, which made me grin. So Dar's a violent drunk. I thought. I'd always wondered what type of drunk he was.
I quickly returned to Johnny and the waiter, who were now arguing fiercely, and I swung at the waiter as hard as I could with my poolstick. I kept beating him until Johnny pried me off him and handed me my drink, sipping his.
-10 minutes later-
I chugged my drink and slammed it on the table. Pony was still chugging his heartily. I grinned and pointing a finger in his face. "Youuu….Loossee…" I slur before passing out.
-flashback over-
I grin and leaned back on the bed, kicking my feet up. "Man, what a party. We're gonna be in here for a while. By the way, it's kinda tuff that Dar's a violent drunk, ain't it?" I mu. "You mused. Everybody looked at me with wide eyes. "You remember last night?" Two-bit asked with wide eyes. I grin again. "Just randomly remembered."
So what'd ya think? was it as bad as i thought? haha. Well...i guess the moral of this story would be: Don't let Dallas Winston plan your birthday party. haha...REVIEW.