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Two-Bit's POV:

I was surprised that Ponyboy had wanted to go, but even more surprised that Darry had let him go. "What'd Darry drink tonight?"

""Why?"

"Only that, well, he didn't make you grovel to have a bit o' fun…" Ponyboy shoved me off the curb and I narrowly dodged a fire hydrant.

Changing the subject, Pony laughed and said, "So Two-Bit is it blondes or brunettes tonight?"

"Shoot kid, do you even have to ask? I know I shouldn't be choosy but who knows what will be there…"

Pony laughed again, this time too loudly. Something was up. My joke wasn't that funny. Shuffling his feet as we walked he began, "Two-Bit…you mind if I meet you over at the party later?"

"What you got a date?"

"Maybe."

"Ponyboy Curtis you're holding out on me!" I turned around, walking backwards grinning.

"No, no, no…it's another party…"

Another party? "Where?" I asked suspiciously, ignoring the fact that I sounded like Darry.

"…Curly Shepard invited me."

"What!" I stopped dead in my tracks and Pony ran into me. "Pony, Darry and Soda'd kill you. And me if you went there! You know they think that kid's a hood. You're not allowed to go to his place." I looked at him smugly hoping that would end this conversation.

"No…" he started slowly. "They always said never to go to Tim's." A loophole. Damn him. I could never say no to a good one. They have gotten me out of all kinds of trouble. I smiled wryly remembering a good one in particular…involving a specific blonde…

Oh, right back to the kid.

"Ponyboy."

"Two-Bit." He mocked me, hands on hips.

I gave in. Why say no? "Well, I guess so, if you'd rather hang out with young Curly than good ol' Two-Bit here." I was rewarded me with a beaming smile.

"Thanks, Two-Bit you're a pal!" I made him give me directions to the party in an unfortunate moment of adult-ness. He turned to jet and I caught his elbow before he took off.

"Get home by one now! Darry'll have my hide if you're late and I don't especially want to explain where you went and got lost to."

"Relax, just tell him I jumped you."

"Like he'd believe that…"

"Don't worry I'll be there. You'll be in the clear. No sweat."

"I'd better be," I said kicking rocks with my shoe as he ran off. Just then I hated how much of a pushover I was.