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"What the hell are you two doing back here already? I thought you both were with Pony and Johnny?" asked Darry as he walked out of his bedroom, shrugging his shirt up over his shoulders and then down over his sides. Two-Bit and Dally were both pressed flat against the wall across the hall, their breathing was sharp and labored and their eyes were as wide as saucers.
"We were and we did have dates until Two-Bit here dumped his beer all over a blonde, but that's not the dang point. What happened to that dog? Wolf? Whatever the hell it was." asked Dally as he followed the oldest Curtis down the hall and into the kitchen, where he started to wet a cloth for other teen to use to clean himself up with. He tossed the rag to the younger teen and leaned back against the counter watching as he ran it over his face to help sober himself up.
"How drunk are you Dally? I don't exactly remember seeing a dog, or a wolf anywhere near here. Let alone in the house." questioned Darry as he raised an eyebrow slowly at the Greaser, eyes narrowed a fraction.
"Not drunk enough to start seeing shit like that. You want to explain what's going on here? Where the hell that animal went?" asked the smaller Greaser as he crossed his arms over his chest, mirroring the stance of the older Greaser. A soft chuckle left Darry's lips, as he spread his arms wide, in a gesture for the teen to look around.
"Take a good look around, Dal. There's no animal anywhere in this house and there's not going to be. If you want to take a look, by all means, go for it. I really think you ought to sleep this one off." replied Darry as he walked past the younger teen, only to feel a hand come down roughly on his shoulder. The older Greaser spun around and tightly grasped the wrist that was connected to the owner of the hand, a growl leaving his lips in a warning.
"Take it easy, both of you. Dally, just go for a walk and cool off, go check on the two kids for a while, sit in for the rest of the movie or something." ordered Two-Bit as he gave the other teen's shoulder a shove to get him walking towards the door. He waited until the door slammed shut, the hinges creaking against the strain, before he turned his attention back to the older Greaser. Darry waited until the other teen was out of ear-shot before he filled a glass with water and slid it across the counter to the smaller of the two, narrowing his eyes again when he shook his head in a dismissive manner.
"Won't need it, not nearly drunk enough to even get a hangover anymore. Sobered up real fast seeing that thing. You know you can trust me, right? You can trust all of us." asked Two-Bit as he narrowed his own eyes at the older teen, not as a challenge but just to prod at getting answers. A very soft growl left the older teen's throat as he paced a few steps, arms still crossed over his chest.
"I know that, Two-Bit. What are you getting at here?" asked Darry as he turned to fully face the teen, locking eyes with him, refusing to drop or move his gaze.
"Your eyes changed color when you grabbed hold of Dally's wrist. They turned bright blue, man, that's not something easy to hide. Care to explain?" asked the smaller teen as he too locked gazes with the older Greaser, refusing to drop his. It was like a dominance battle between two Alphas, neither one willing to submit to the other.
"Are you sure that you're not drunk?" asked Darry as he took a seat at the table, leaning back a bit in his chair, gesturing for the other to take a seat.
"Cut the bull, Darry. It's just you and me here, nobody else is going to hear a thing. Be honest with me here. Are you on something?"
"Think that one through, Two-Bit. I've had a clean track record since High School and I plan on keeping it that way. I'm not on anything and I don't plan to be."
"Then explain it, it's obviously something you don't want any of us to know about. Do your brothers know? Did your parents know?"
"No, neither Pony or Soda know, I don't plan on telling them either. As for my parents, they know. It's inherited, through the male side of the bloodline, transferred from generation to generation. Mom was completely human, Dad was not, he had the DNA in his blood, when they had me that DNA was transferred. As far as I know, the DNA has skipped both Pony and Soda, which is a very good thing." explained Darry as he crossed his arms over his chest again, the muscles in his arms bulging.
"What DNA? How is it a good thing that it skipped both Pony and Sodapop?" asked Two-Bit as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table between them.
"With the DNA skipping both of my brothers, it keeps them safe, keeps them out of much more danger than they would be in if they had the DNA. They're safer without it in their blood."
"You still haven't answered the other question. What DNA?"
"It's easier to show than it is to explain." replied Darry as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, hands clasped together. He closed his eyes and rolled his head on his shoulders, bones cracking slightly and making odd fusing sounds as they shifted around beneath his skin. A soft growl left his lips as he opened his eyes again and unclasped his hands, his claws now clicking on the table. Darry blinked his eyes a few times as they remained a bright blue, canines shifted downwards into sharp points, matching the bottom set. He could hear the slight pick up of Two-Bit's heatbeat, watching as his pupils dilated a bit in slight fear. Darry closed his eyes slowly and reversed the small shift he had made, everything returning back to normal.