Hello again! THe 2nd chapter! Yay! haha...sorry for the shortness, actually in my notebook the 1st chapter was four pages, and this chapter was 2 pages...O.o anyways, enjoy it...Thanks to SubwayWolf for reviewing n stuff =)
Two-Bit POV
Five minutes after Dally remembered the party, he fell asleep. I laughed and took his shoe off so I could bang it on the bars of the cell like people do with mugs in the movies. But soon, a very agitated warden came over and snatched it out of my hands. "Hey! That's Dally's! It ain't mine! Give it back! I don't wanna die!" I called after him. He just ignored me and continued walking away. I glanced nervously at Dally, but he was still sleeping. I realized, startled, so was everyone else. I grinned again. For once, I was the only one without a hangover. I looked at the ceiling, trying to remember how that could be true.
-Two-bit's memories-
After Darry drove us to the bar, I ordered a beer and some chocolate cake. I sat in a chair, waiting for Mickey to come on the TV in front of my chair. As I waited, I swirled around in my chair and observed what my buddies were doing. I couldn't see Johnny, but I had a feeling he had something to do with Dally beating some guy senseless with a pool stick. I looked to my right to see Ponyboy trying to pry Darry off some guy he was beating up, which made me laugh, since Pony was trying to hold on to his drink at the same time. Steve was arguing with some random guy, and Sodapop had just sat down next to me. Soda poked me in the face. "Arsh yesh a moush or a soc-sh-sh?" he slurred before turning around, smacking the bartender, and passing out.
I bolted over to Ponyboy and Dally, who were sitting across from each other at a booth with booze in hand. Dally passed out and Pony looked at me. "Whaddya went?" I grinned and got real close to Pony's face. "Are you drunk?" I asked, grinning. Just then, some random guy walked over to me and pointed at my shirt(I was wearing my Mickey shirt) and said, "Why're you wearin a Mickey mouse shirt? Ain't that shit for little kids?" I tackled the man and started beating him up, forgetting the bartender had called the fuzz. In mid-swing, I realized this and stepped away, trying to hide.
-end of flashback-
My eyes widened. "Whoa, that was a crazy party." I said in an awed voice. Suddenly, Dally's eyes opened and he looked at his foot, and then slowly turned to look at me. "Two-Shit…where's my shoe?" he asked in a murderous tone. I gulped. "The warden took it. I swear, lookit 'im, it's in his hand!" I said quickly, pointing to the warden. Dally growled and pulled himself out of bed. "Hey, you. Get over here." He said, glaring at the warden. I hoped that the warden had told his family he loved them before he came to work that day.
hope ya liked...I love the part with the shoe! XD that poor warden. haha! Dont piss Dallas Winston off..