Dallas looked shocked at Darry. If it were anyone else, Dallas would have pounded their skulls in. But even though Dallas was crazy and never lost a fight, Darry was sure to give him a beating. So Dallas just said, "What?". Darry pointed to the door and him and Dallas went outside. Once they were outside and closed the door, Darry went right into business. "Why is Johnny out so early?". Dallas did one of his "I'm clueless"shrugs and said "They let him out early ". Darry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I can see that. How is he out so early? The fuzz just don't let people out on a whim. An' don't you say he got out on good behavior cause they don't let you out five months early." Dallas rubbed the back of his neck and was about to say something when Steve came out. As the door closed, they heard laughing and talking. "Why don't you go back in, Steve, and join in with the rest of the guys", Darry suggested, not wanting to explain his suspicion to Steve. Steve shook his head and he said, "No, I wanna know what Dallas did to get Johnny out. Them fools inside are oblivious to the fact that fuzz don't just let you out five fucking months early." Steve was always a smart one. He got decent grades, but that wasn't why he was smart. He could pick up on people, kinda like Pony. But unlike Pony, he didn't give anyone the benefit of the doubt . So he knew right of the bat, something was up.
Dallas now knew, he couldn't fight his way out. Two to one isn't the best, especially if you are the one. So Dallas let up, "I paid them some cash, and they let him out. Long as the kid keeps himself outta trouble, it should be fine. No one ain't gonna know a thing." Darry and Steve sighed and rolled their eyes. "Well," Steve spoke up, " There ain't much we can do. At least Johnny is out." Dally smiled, "Yeah. Come on, it'll be fined." The three went inside to find Soda telling everybody about some weird stunt he had pulled at work, Two-Bit making loads of comments, Pony drawing and listening, and Johnny smoking and smiling. This is the way it should be. The way it should always be...
"Hey!" Two-Bit yelled, "are we going or not?". Soda stood up, "Let's go!". The greasers all busted out of the house and hoped in Steve's truck. Steve and Soda sat up front, Two-Bit in back and the others where in the back. "Steve, let me drive", Soda pleaded as Steve put the car keys in. Steve rolled his eyes. "There ain't no way in hell I will let you touch this here steering wheel. I don't have a death wish." They all drove off to the bright lights of the town.