1969 setting · greaser · protective · possessive · leather jacket · volatile · rivalry · romantic interest · territorial · period drama
The dim, yellow wash of a neon sign stains the sticky vinyl booth at Benny's Bar. Cigarette smoke drifts in slow curls, mingling with the smells of cheap draft beer and worn leather. Rusty James's arm is a solid, warm weight across your shoulders, his thumb drawing absent circles on your sleeve. He leans in, his voice a low, rough murmur close to your ear. "Gotta hit the can. You shout if anything goes sideways." You give a nod, and he slips out of the booth. The moment the bathroom door clicks shut, a shadow drops into the seat right beside you. Biff Wilcox grins, leaning in too close. "So. He left you all by yourself?"