Hey, I apologies for taking so long to update, this chapter hasn't been betaed yet but I wanted to post it so you didn't think I had abandoned the story, so go easy on me. I know my grammar stinks. I'm unsure about my name for the new character in this chapter so if anyone has any suggestions they'd be most appreciated. Hope you like it; I know it's not my best. Thanks to damonadark-hunterfan69 who convinced me to post this.

Out here in the smokey places

Looking into those empty faces

Short wave says we made the dial

I'm wired for ten million miles

Making midnight music

Singing rock and roll songs

Living midnight music

Just to get along

Back here in this cold hotel

I'm bored but you can tell

Your smile said we did OK

I'm glad we had a chance to play

The Runaways Midnight Music

Bucks was full with the normal raucous mob, as Tim dragged a pissed of Tara through the crowd to the poker table-where he was playing Dally, another guy from his outfit with rusty colored sideburns, a Brumely boy and the leader of the Tiber Street Tigers. Tara was promised a nice evening and this did not resemble it but Tim had said in the car that she was his good luck charm, so she felt it took him some courage to show those emotions. Dru and Sylvia came round early while she was getting ready saying how she had fallen to hard but what did they know, jealously was a terrible thing.

Tim pulled out his chair and smoothly sat down facing his opponents, watching them admiring his catch, in one swift motion Tara landed in his lap and the game commenced. It was a long game with Dally and Tim head to head, Tara had on more then one occasion tried to get off Tim's lap but was held firmly in place by a strong hand on her thigh, the look and smirk Dally wore across the table knowing how uncomfortably she was didn't help and the way the Tiber Street Tigers leader kept grinning admiring her form made her face flush. She felt a gaze on her looking past Dally's shoulder, there was a guy leaning on the bar with a James Dean attitude he looked familiarly but she couldn't place him.

Joey was leaning on the bar at some joint in Tulsa where he ended up after heading west from New York to Kanas City finally arriving here; he'd taken a job at the DX as a mechanic. Now after a day dealing with jerks, he was watching some poor girl in the lap of her rather domineering boyfriend while his friends were smirking at how uncomfortable she was, the girl looked familiarly but living a wandering life he'd met many blondes with blue eyes and a pretty face.

Finally the game ended and Tara made her escape to the upstairs bathroom. She looked into the mirror and for once didn't recognize the face looking back. But this is what she wanted, Tim loved her didn't he? She was happy? Shaking her head she reapplied her lipstick, placing a cool expression on her face and opened the door banging into a hard body, she laughed and flicked her hair looking up into a kind face. It was the guy from the bar-with unblemished skin although his smoking coal black eyes told a different tale, he had lips she wanted to trace with her fingers and have whisper things in her ears while they slow danced in the park purely because they felt like it, he had thick curly black hair combed back, that she wanted to run her fingers through. The only word she could think of was "Hey"

"Hello" the guy said back, who was staring intently into Tara's blue eyes but rather at who she was than what she looked like.

The moment stopped abruptly when Charlie from Tim's crew came running up to Tara, breathlessly exclaiming that Tim was in a fight against two cowboys from Houston. Tara followed Charlie through the crowd turning round to have one last look at the coal black eyed man, he waved and with that was blocked by dancing couples.

Dally had jumped into the fight with Tim both taking a beating by the cowboys but the twos hoods education from the streets and detention centers meant the cowboys were worse for wear. Now Tara was in Tim's room dabbing at a deep cut across his side, neatly stitching it up as she had already done to the gash on Dally's head, if someone was to say a couple of months ago that she would be doing this it would have been unbelievable but now this happened at least once a week. The face of the guy from the bar kept coming into Tara's head but Tim's lips on her neck soon made the thought disperse.

Joey had taken a room at Bucks and was sitting on a grimy bed, sleep wouldn't come to him until the noisy teenage couple next door stopped rattling the picture frame. His thoughts drifted to the girl at the poker table who later he met outside the bathroom, once she had been innocent only worrying whether the deadline for the History essay was Tuesday or Thursday but now it was whether her boyfriend would embarrass her drunk in public, get arrested or beaten to a pulp. If he ever met a girl that he wanted to stay with, he'd treat her right, the only glimmer of hope of that dream was a year ago in New York when he had became John.

Sorry forgot I do not own The Outsiders and The Runaways own Midnight Music.