Anybodys' significant role in the latest fight between the Jets and the Emeralds had to have been enough for him to have earned his rightful position in the gang back and then some, he was sure of it.

The so called great second in command of their rival gang hadn't known what had hit him until he had hit the ground super hard, and he had caught skillfully thrown fists so many times until one of his stupid intruder buddies had eventually managed to pull Anybodys off of him.

That guy had gotten away with just a harsh kneeing in his family emeralds before the goddamn meddlesome coppers had shown up, but he would also be thinking twice about messing with the Jets and especially Anybodys again.

Anybodys triumphantly shoved his way through the group to get to the front of it with Riff as they left the scene of the fight, managing to ignore the usual angry glares and insults instead of showing those who had thrown them at him, who were supposed to be his brothers, why doing that wasn't a wise idea like he usually would... not that anything he did ever stopped them from coming, anyway... with relative ease.

Ignoring the pained memories and recalled sensations that arose in him like bile in his throat and burning in his chest once Riff's bitter, resentful in a way that wasn't entirely directed at him gaze was boring into him, that he practically felt like he was experiencing again in the here and now even stronger than the usual smarting from a fight even though it had been much more recent, was more difficult, and he found himself shoving them back down with a desperation and anger that almost reached that which he felt towards Riff and the position he'd forced him into of trying to get back into a gang that you were supposedly always a part of once you had joined its ranks.

"Ya gotta let me back in the gang now, Riff, I was a killer out there! Didn't ya see me, I clobbered those two inta next week!"

While he waited for Riff's response with bated breath, watching his expression for any signs of softening or, as would be more likely for the undeserved leader of the Jets, resignation, he heard A-Rab take a jab at him from behind him and receive laughs from the others even though his insult wasn't even clever or anything.

"Why don't ya join them there?"

Anybodys spun around to face him, his new goal of wiping that smug smirk off his face and teaching him the lesson that he apparently hadn't gotten from the many times Anybodys had skillfully clobbered people both outside of and in the Jets including him temporarily positioning itself above his dream of getting back into the gang as anger flared up in him from where it always rested not far below the surface of his mind.

"You dirty rat!"

He skillfully lunged at him, knocking him against one of the walls of the alley they were traveling in... not the alley he wanted to forget due to events that seemed way more recent than they really were... but only managing to rough him up a little before he was being pulled off of him by many of the others.

Anybodys struggled out of their collective grasp and looked back at Riff defiantly, seeing with a jolt of additional resentment and anger that his gaze had somehow hardened even more after he had very reasonably appealed to him and his best interest of getting a skilled and loyal fighter and spy back into the gang he got the privilege of leading for some reason.

"No, Tony never shoulda let ya in in the first place. Now beat it."

Riff tilted his head in his direction, a signal that he obviously recognized the implications of by now with how much time he had spent with these guys, and he skillfully dodged out of the way of Action obeying it and trying to grab him by the arm and shove him out of the group.

"No, you beat it! What's that saying a Tony's you're always yappin' on about? 'When you're a Jet you're a Jet all the way?' You can't undo what he did, an' I'm more of a Jet than any a ya! I've clobbered the Hawks n' Emeralds, I've spied on them from the shadows right under their noses with them bein' none the wiser, I've been the only one tryna get Tony ta come back instead a hopin' he magically decides ta do it on his own, I've done it all for ya! What've you done 'sides tryna kick out one a the best fighters ya've got and drivin' Tony away in the first place?"

Anybodys could tell immediately that that last part had hit Riff hard, right in the emotional equivalent of his family emeralds just as he had intended.

Just like aiming for the shoulder of the second in command of the Emeralds that had gotten busted up pretty bad in a previous fight between them and the Jets had been a key part of his victory in that fight, the metaphorical punch he had thrown at Riff's devastation at the guy who he delusionally thought was his best friend when clearly Anybodys was Tony's best friend drifting apart from the gang for some reason, even after all the escalating effort he had put into trying to stoke the flames of his previous zeal for Jet life that had ultimately seemed to hurt rather than help, was sure to help him here.

The pure desolateness with a hint of worried guilt only lasted for a brief moment before it became heavily mixed with the seething anger that had clearly been bubbling underneath the surface in him.

"Just shut your trap for once! Someone get her outta here!"

Riff was still looking at him when he said that last part, and Anybodys held his gaze defiantly until he was being roughly shoved out of the group by many of the guys who were supposed to be his brothers.

They would be again, he'd get his rightful position in the Jets back no matter what it took.

Anybodys broke free from them, meeting Riff's still furious and grieving gaze again and spitting at the ground before spinning around and charging down the alley in the opposite direction to the one they were heading, back in the direction of the site of his victory that should have been more than enough to get him back in.