Chapter 5
Disclaimer: Outsiders-not mine
*Soda's POV*
On the way back, Dally invited us to the movies. Me and Steve had to pass cause we were taking our girls out, and Sam would be "third-wheeling" it with us, as she called it. Darry had to work, so only Johnny and Pony would be going with him.
When we entered the house, Sam and Two-bit were on the floor, wrestling. They were pretty evenly matched, surprisingly. We all learned the hard way that Sam is a lot stronger than she looks.
She still can't beat Darry, but she swings a mean punch. Darry went to his room-probably to pay bills or something-, Pony and Johnny went to me and Pony's room, and Dally went to the kitchen.
"I got ten on Sam." Steve said.
"You're on; Two-bit's got this." I said, shaking Steve's hand. Ten minutes later, Two-bit pinned Sam on the floor and was hollering at her to call uncle. Sam being Sam, she didn't cave. While Two-bit was too busy yelling at her, she extended her leg, brushed her foot on the TV remote, and-with her big toe-turned the TV on, blaring with the Mickey Mouse theme song.
Two-bit immediately loosened his grip and stared at the TV as Mickey Mouse started. And that was all she needed to flip him over, face slapped on the floor with a loud SMACK, arm twisted behind his back.
"Say it! Say uncle!" Sam yelled.
"Never!" Two-bit said, and Sam pushed his arm up, and a loud pop sounded the air along with Two-bit's sharp inhale.
"Alright alright! Uncle Uncle! Now let go of my arm before you dislocate it!" Two-bit shouted, and Sam let go, retreating to the couch while Two-bit got up, rubbing his arm and left to the kitchen.
"Pay up." Steve said, holding out his hand.
"Yeah yeah." I said, taking a ten out and handing it to him. He smirked and joined Sam on the couch while I took the other couch.
"You missy owe me ten bucks." I said to Sam. She laughed and stuck her tongue out at me. A couple minutes later, Two-bit and Dally left. Ten minutes later, the phone rang. After three rings, I realized no one was going to get it.
"Alright fine I'll get it." I said, and got up and answered the phone while Steve and Sam snickered behind me.
"Hello?"
"Sodapop?"
"Yeah?"
"It's Sandy." Sandy?
"Oh hey, uh what's up?"
"Look I'm going to have to take a rain check on the double date tomorrow."
"What, why?"
"Family thing, I have to take care of my little brother because my parents will both be working."
"Then why can't you just hire a babysitter?"
"Already tried. I'm sorry honey, maybe some other time?" I sighed.
"Alright."
"Alright honey, see you later."
"Bye." I hung up and slumped on the couch. Steve and Sam looked over at me.
"Hey what's wrong buddy?" Steve asked.
"Who was it?" Sam asked.
"It was Sandy, she can't come tomorrow." I said. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Sam look away and bit her lip.
"Again? Isn't this the third time this week she's skipped?" Steve asked.
"Yeah."
"What was the excuse?"
"Family thing." Sam then looked down.
"That's the same excuse! That family's got problems." Steve said, and got up and went to the kitchen. I looked over at Sam. Why was she acting so weird?
*Sam's POV*
"Bye." Soda hung up and slumped on the couch. Me and Steve looked over at Soda.
"Hey what's wrong buddy?" Steve asked.
"Who was it?" I asked.
"It was Sandy, she can't come tomorrow." Soda said. Shit. I bit my lip and looked away.
"Again? Isn't this the third time this week she's skipped?" Steve asked.
"Yeah."
"What was the excuse?"
"Family thing." Crap. Not again. I then looked down. I can't say it. I wasn't sure.
"That's the same excuse! That family's got problems." Steve said, and got up and went to the kitchen. Soda looked over at me, raising his eyebrow. God it was so obvious! Why couldn't they see it?
A girl doesn't rain check a guy that many times with such a lame excuse unless-No! I can't jump to conclusions like that. Maybe her family is really messed up, like Steve said. God stop lying to yourself Sam! You know exactly what it is!
I bit my lip harder. But what if I'm wrong? I can't do that to him. It would be so much easier if they saw it too! But maybe it's because I'm a girl, maybe that's why I see it better. That has to be it!
Just then Steve walked in with a beer and Soda averted his attention away from me. Thank God! If he stared at me any longer I would've snapped.
"How's about a game of poker?" Steve asked.
"Sure, I'll go get Pony and Johnny."
"What about Darry?" Soda asked.
"Oh please, it's 10 o'clock, he's probably already sleeping." I said, and got Pony and Johnny. For the next two hours, we played. Every now and then I sipped Steve's beer, and he ended up having to go get three more bottles, each time enough where I can glance at his cards.
Me and Johnny ended up winning the most money, and Steve was pissed, at me. No one can get mad at Johnny. After that, they went home, and me and Pony watched TV for 'bout another hour while Soda looked at car magazines.
After a while we all got tired and went to bed.
*The next day Soda's POV*
It's starting to get dark out as me, Sam, and Steve wait for Valerie to come to the house so we can leave. Darry was at work, Pony, Johnny, and Dally were out catching a movie and Two-bit's getting drunk somewhere.
Me and Steve are both wearing a pair of jeans and tennis shoes, and I have a white shirt on with a plaid one over it, and Steve's wearing his jean jacket with the sleeves cut off, and no shirt, exposing his torso.
Looking at his stomach, I think working on cars, lifting heavy stuff all the time has really paid off for him. I remember when my abs were more defined than his, but now his are more defined. Damn. I should really work out more.
Sam's wearing gray faded skinny jeans, black boots, and a black tank with her leather jacket.
"God what is taking Val so long?" Steve complained.
"I don't know, you tell me Steve, she's your girlfriend." Sam said.
"How the hell should I know? I don't know what girls do to get ready. Tell me Sam, is it the stuffing your bra, or caking your face with make-up the one that delays you girls?" He asked, and then smirked. Sam punched his arm.
"I wouldn't know smartass. I don't do either. This," She said, pointing her face, "is make-up free. And this," She said, grabbing her boobs, "is all real and natural, no pads in the lining of the bra, no tissue's stuffed in it." She said.
"Oh yeah? Prove it." Sam then punched his arm again.
"I am not flashing the two of yeah. You'll have to take me out to dinner before we get to that." She replied, and I burst out laughing.
"Alright alright, I give…where too?" He asked, waggling his eyebrow, and she just slapped him, causing all of us to laugh. When the laughter died down, Sam got up.
"I'm getting a drink, you two want anything?" She asked.
"Oh starting early I see?" Steve asked cocking his eyebrow. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm getting a coke, a just for that, I'm not bringing you anything. Want anything Soda?"
"Na, I'm good." And she went into the kitchen. Just then, the door opened and Valerie walked in.
"Hey guys." She said, and me and Steve stood up, me giving her a hug, and Steve giving her a kiss.
"Sam, Val's here." Steve yelled. Valerie was wearing white skinny jeans and a grey tank, with tennis shoes and her leather jacket with a pair of sunglasses on the top of her head and a purse on her shoulders. She also had make-up on. Well, she always wears make-up, but it's never a lot, but tonight, she had a little bit more on.
She had grey eye shadow with black eye liner and, mascara? I think that's what they call it. It's that stuff they put on their eyelashes. I'm pretty sure its mascara. Sam then walked in with a coke bottle in her hand.
"Sam!" Val squealed, and gave her a hug.
"Hey Val, you guys ready to go?"
"Yeah just let me-" I started, but was cut off.
"Whoa whoa wait, Sam, why aren't you wearing any make-up?" Val cut in. Sam shrugged.
"I don't know, didn't feel like I needed it."
"Of course you do honey, were going out! And you're single! All the more reason for you to wear it."
"What does wearing make-up have to do with her being single?" Steve asked.
"So she can attract more guys! Sam honey, you've been single for too long." Sam rolled her eyes.
"Alright fine, but you're doing it for me!" Sam said.
"Great! I got some new mascara and eye shadow that I think would look hot on you! Sandy can help me. Wait, where's Sandy?"
"She couldn't make it, family thing." I said, and Val looked at Sam, who bit her lip and looked away.
"Anyway," Val said, "c'mon, let's go to your room, you buys wait here okay?" She said, dragging Sam to her room. Steve waved them off.
"Take all the time you need. But hurry up!" Steve said, smirking. Val stuck her tongue out at him and Steve licked his lips. Val laughed and disappeared into Sam's room, Sam closing the door behind them.
Me and Steve waited ten minutes before they came out again, and both our mouths dropped. Sam had dark grey eye shadow, with black eye liner on both top and bottom eyelid and mascara with some lip gloss.
"Well?" She asked.
"She looks good right?" Valerie asked.
"Good? Sam, you look hot! You should look like that more often." Steve said, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend's waist. Sam smiled.
"Thanks."
"Well, let's go!" Val said, and she and Steve left out the door, me and Sam following behind. We got into Steve's car, Steve in \the drivers street and Val in the passenger's seat and me and Sam took the back.
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Steve parked the car in a parking lot and we got out and headed across the street to a real popular bar 'round the Dingo. We went in, and were hit with the blaring music from the dance floor. Its rather small, but it digs okay.
We came to the bar and sat next to a small group of guys. They looked pretty hammered already. I'd say they were 'bout twenty.
"I'll have a shot." Sam said to the bar maid, and she nodded and went back to look for a glass. One of the guys sitting next to us looked us over.
"Now what's a young girl like you doing in a place like here ordering shots?" He asked, and his buddies snickered. Sam thought for a bit.
"Well, it's my sixteenth birthday and I've never been to a bar, so I felt a bit adventurous and wanted to come here. I hear the beer here is good." She said innocently. What was she doing? She turned sixteen months ago, and she's been to plenty of bars before.
I looked over at Steve and Val, who were smiling wildly, like they knew something I didn't. When Steve saw my confused face, he leaned in and whispered.
"Just go along with it." And leaned away. I looked at Val who just winked at me. The man and his buddies roared with laughter.
"Look kid, this ain't no place for you and your little friends. Besides, you wouldn't be able to hold down one bottle if you tried."
"Oh yeah? I bet I could beat you."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah!" he looked back at his buddies, who smiled and nodded their heads eagerly.
"Alright kid, how's 'bout we put a little wager on this?"
"Oh no! Don't do it Sam!" Val said.
"Yeah, you've never drank before!" Steve said. And then I finally got it.
"Yeah Sam don't do it your parents will kill you if you spend all your birthday money here!" I said.
"It's okay, I'll just find a way to make up the couple hundred bucks to them anyway, besides, I got this." She said, and the bar maid came back with a bottle of liquor and a shot glass.
"Honey, bring in more shot glasses, were having a little competition here." The guy said, and she rolled her eyes, and brought out a small brown table and set it in front of us, and came back with twenty shot glasses and four bottles of beer.
Other people saw what we were doing and huddled around as Sam and the guy sat across from each other, the bar maid filling up two shot glasses each.
"So how does this work?" Sam asked, and everyone snickered, pulling out their money and setting it on the table.
"Well, we each drink the shots and who ever drinks the most shots without passing out or puking, win all this loot." He said. She smiled.
"Easy enough." And they both gulped down a shot, the man setting the glass upside down, and Sam setting it back right side up, and everyone hollered, laughing.
"Sweety, when ya drink the shot, you're supposed to set it upside down." The man said. Sam let out an 'Oh' and did so, earning a few more snickers. After they finished fifteen shots, the man looked ready to fall out of his chair, and Sam sat there, arms crossed over her chest, smiling like the Cheshire cat.
"What's the matter? Can't hold down a few shots?" Sam asked cockily. The man shook his head vigorously.
"Noo, imma bea- ya." He slurred, pointing a finger at her, and picked up another shot.
"Rea-y?" He asked, hand shaking. Sam picked up another glass and they both swallowed another shot. The set the shot down at the same time.
"Jus gimme a minute darlin'." He said, gripping the table. Sam smiled cockily, and quickly drank the last four shots.
"Um excuse me? I think we're gonna need a couple more shots over here." Sam said, waving over the bar maid. Everyone around us had their jaws hanging open.
"Hey, how the hell are you still conscious?" One of the guy's buddies asked. Sam shrugged.
"Guess I'm a natural, unlike your friend here." She replied with a smirk.
"Now hol' on jus' a min', I ca' take fer more shots." The man, said, and gulped down two shots. He put the third shot to his mouth, and then he dropped the glass and fell out of his chair. His buddies quickly went to his side, and one of them cursed.
"Damn it, he's out."
"Woo!" Sam hollered, "Guess I win!" She said, and she high-fived the three of us.
"I believe all of this goes to you." Steve said, picking up the wads of cash on the table and handing it to Sam.
"Beginners luck." One of the guys said, and he and his buddies got up, and carried his buddy out the door. Everyone else was quiet for a sec, the broke out in cheers and hollers. They then told Sam what a good job she did then went back to their booths and their spots on the dance floor.
Steve then turned to me.
"So do you now get what Sam was doing?" He asked me. I nodded.
"Yeah, I caught on, you were playing dumb so people would bet against you, so when you won, you would win all that dough." I said.
"At a boy." Steve said, and then dragged Val out onto the dance floor. Sam gathered up her money and stuffed it into her jacket pockets.
"C'mon Soda, lets drink a bit, my treat."
"Haven't you had enough?" I smirked at her.
"Of course not! And now that Sandy's not here, I got me a drinking buddy!" She said. I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, but not too much or Darry will ring our necks." I said, and Sam laughed, and looped her arm in mine and we made our way to the bar. We ended up having three bottles each, and since Sam had twenty shots before, she was hammered.
I was pretty drunk too, but not as much as Sam. Steve and Val joined us for a bit, but left and started making out in the back. And let me just say this, Sam acts like a dumb blonde when she's hammered.
When she talks, she makes no sense at all, and ends up laughing like a mad man. In all, she acts really funny when she's drunk. After a bit, she dragged me out to the dance floor and we danced straight for 'bout an hour. We were both dancin' real crazy, and singing along to the songs at the top of our lungs.
Steve and Val found us acting like complete idiots-mostly Sam- and dragged us over to the bar.
"God damn Soda why did you let Sam get this drunk?" Steve asked. I shrugged my shoulders, and me and Sam burst out laughing.
"Oh stop bein' such a party popper Stevie and have a little fun!" Sam said, or rather yelled, and started laughing again, causing me to laugh again. Steve rolled his eyes.
"C'mon, its late, we should get goin'." Sam cocked her eyebrow with a drunken smile on her face.
"Since when did you get sooo responsible?" She giggled.
"Since after you me and Two-bit went out drinking and I made the sorry mistake for letting you drive."
"So? It was fun driving that fast." She slurred.
"You almost ran us into a tree!" Steve yelled, and Sam dropped to the floor, holding her stomach laughing.
"Pick her up Soda." I brought my hand to my head and saluted.
"Sir yes sir."
"Oh not you too." Val giggled. I shrugged again.
"Hey I'm not as drunk as Sammy here." I said, picking up Sam from the ground and grabbed her waist to hold her up. She then wrapped her arm round my waist too, and leaned on me, resting her cheek on my shoulder.
We made our way to the parking lot, Sam hiccupping a lot and telling really weird jokes. We finally got to the car, and, just like before, Steve and Val went in front, and me and Sam climbed in back.
"Well that was fun." Val said as Steve started the car.
"Oh yeah, lots of fun!" Sam yelled and giggled, then looked at me.
"Have I ever told you how good you look Soda?" Sam asked. Val laughed, and so did Steve, and I smiled.
"Not that I recall…" I said.
"Well you do!" Sam said, then took off her seat belt, and laid her head in my lap, looking up at me.
"I mean, look at you! You can be a model! You've got the hair, the eyes, the face, and the muscles!" She yelled, poking my chest, then erupted in giggles. Val rolled her eyes at her.
"Hey! Stevie, you can become one too! And you to Valerie! You're both hot!" Sam exclaimed. They both laughed.
"Boy you sure are stoned, aren't ya Sammy?" Steve asked. Sam giggled.
'I'm not that drunk!" She pouted.
"Oh yes you are honey." Val said, and Sam pouted some more, but then laughed and held my hand up, studying it.
"Oh my gosh Soda your hand is huge!" She said. Turning it over.
"So?" I laughed.
"Look! It's bigger than my face!" She said, and put my hand on top of her face, and I felt her lip gloss smear on my palm. I laughed.
"It is!" and she laughed, and took my hand off m face. For the rest of the ride, she played with my fingers. We got to my house, and Val left on her motorcycle, and me and Steve both half-carried, half-dragged Sam up the steps and into the house.
"When we opened the door, Darry shot up from his place on his recliner, but when he saw it was us, he sighed.
"Oh it's just you guys."
"Oh and it's just you Darry, no one important." Sam said, and laughed. Darry cocked his eyebrow.
"Is she drunk?" He asked, angry. Me and Steve both let her go and shot up our hands in defense.
"It wasn't our fault!" We said, and Sam fell to the floor, face first.
"Damn it you guys, I've got no time for this!" Darry said, and picked Sam up who was giggling.
"Darry, there's something wrong with the floor, it's so hard!" Sam said, and laughed again. Darry rolled his eyes and handed me Sam.
"Have either of you seen Pony?"
"Wha? He's not here yet?" I slurred, and immediately slapped my hand on my mouth. Darry looked at me.
"You're drunk too!?"
"Not as much as Sam is!" Darry just sighed.
"No, he's not here, he hasn't been back since he left to the movies, and it's way past his curfew."
"What time is it?" Steve asked.
""It's 12."
"Oh, well, maybe he's still out with Dally and Johnny." I said, heading over to the couch and setting both me and Sam down.
"This late? Dally knows that I don't like Pony out this late."
"Well you know how Dally is, look, I'm sure he's fine, I'll stay up with you."
"No you need to go to bed."
"I wasn't asking your permission Dar." I said, and he sighed.
"Fine, Steve, are you stayin'?"
"Yeah I guess, my dad's gonna have a fit if I come home this late drunk." He said, lying down on the other couch and fell asleep. Thirty minutes later, Two-bit walks in with a beer in his hand. He doesn't even get the chance to say anything before he passes out on the living room floor, snoring loudly.
Sam ended up lying down, her head in my lap, and she was snoring softly as she slept.
"Man she's gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow morning." Darry said, turning the page in his newspaper.
"Yeah," I said, feeling my eyelids drooping and sleep take over me, "yeah she is." And I fell asleep.
Okay sorry guys for the wait, I've been super busy, so that's why I made this extra long, 11 pages! I'll check for errors later, so sorry for the mistakes. And now, since its 2 o'clock in the morning and since I have to get up early, goodnight! Enjoy and Review!