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A Weekend at the Lake
By: paradisecitygirl
That evening, long after everyone had climbed out of the boat and Two-Bit had tied it up at the dock, a gang of angry Socs stomped up to the doorway of the camper. "Dijou shteal my boat?" a clearly drunk Soc demanded, before passing out on the steps. Two-Bit hadn't seen the Soc fall and stormed angrily out the door with his blade in his hand. The Soc got hit by the door and hit the ground with a thud, and a dog from a neighboring campsite charged over and began licking the Soc's face.
His friends were now staring at Two-Bit as if they expected a fight. "Hey look, the ape-cookie factory is that way!" He shouted, pointing toward the lake with his blade. That woke Darry, who stormed outside wearing only a pair of extremely tight, extremely disturbing boxer-briefs. The Socs snickered, but the sight of Darry's muscles made them back up a little bit.
"Hey look, if you come around here lookin' for a fight, we got five more of us in the camper…" Darry said, clearly angry. The Soc stepped forward. "If that boxch with wheelsh can even be considered a camper…" he spat, kicking mud at the camper. By this time, Sodapop and Ponyboy had made their way outside and were now glaring down the Socs. Johnny stood by the door of the camper with a frightened look on his face, praying that another fight wouldn't take place… That Soc… The one with the rings… He was here.
Dally came storming into the main room of the camper as he'd been woken from his peaceful sleep in the master bed. "Johnny, whuzgoinon?" he asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes and popping open a bottle of Bud. "The Socs…they're trying to start a fight…The one with the rings…He's there…"
"What?" Dally demanded, throwing on a t-shirt of Steve's that had been thrown on the couch. He flung the door open and stepped out into the night air, holding the bottle. He chugged the last sip and then busted the bottle open against the side of the camper. "Hey, you, c'mere," he said, motioning to Bob. Bob arrogantly stepped forward. Dally lunged at him with the bottle, managing to slightly cut him before tossing the bottle to Sodapop and charging at Bob.
Steve stepped out of the camper next, and didn't hesitate to take on the first Soc he saw, the one who glared at him disapprovingly. Pretty soon, it was an all-out rumble – that is, until the owner of the campground pulled up in his truck. The Socs made a run to their side of the lake, all except Bob – who was passed out after getting the organs punched out of him by Dally.
Franklin, the campground owner, shook his head at the boys. "You've got some 'splainin to do," he announced roughly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Those people…they come over to our camper and try to beat us up… Ain't it the logical way to stick up for ourselves?" Dally said daringly. Franklin rolled his eyes and informed the boys that if he found anything else out about their misbehavior, they'd be booted out of their campsite with no refund.
As he pulled away, Darry ushered the group into the camper. Johnny was sleeping on the couch with a smile on his face, because justice had finally been done, and Bob still lay outside passed out.
Suddenly, Two-Bit moaned and began to throw up. "I think it was that banana…"
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-paradisecitygirl
