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When Bot stepped out into the bright sunlight from the dark movie house, they had only two things on their mind: Spoiled Lemon and a ride home.
Bot lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in the 1960s. Specifically the dirty and poor side of Tulsa, the east side. People who lived on that side of Tulsa are ‘scum’ and ‘trash’ because of the way they look. They wore used and dirty clothes, and their hair was greased back because they couldn’t cut it, which led to them being called ‘greasers’. They are ‘dangerous’ because they always had to keep a switch knife on them, steal from stores, and get into fights where people die. But Bot never really understood why they were automatically assumed to be dangerous criminals, because if they saw the whole story, they’d understand why greasers had to do that. Sometimes greasers would get jumped and need to protect themselves, and they also need to steal food since they’re poor, and in other cases, they get into fights because they needed to settle issues. Well, that’s what Bot thought the real reason should be for doing that, but they knew darn well that other greasers, even some of their friends, stole and fought because they had nothing better to do.
Bot knew that they shouldn’t be going to the movie house, especially since it wasn’t on their side of Tulsa, but they desperately needed to see the movie that was starring Spoiled Lemon, Bot’s favorite band. It was dangerous to be alone on the west side of Tulsa, since greasers were like pesky little bugs to the people from the west side. And it was easy to tell that Bot was a greaser, too. They wore dirty overalls that were passed down from their older sister, a white and mint striped shirt that was covered in car oil, and had their greasy hair (greasy from not being able to take a shower for a couple days) grown to their shoulders. Bot also had glasses they should’ve been wearing, but they lost them at school a month ago, and their older sister, Test Tube, certainly wouldn’t spend the money to get them replaced, so Bot couldn’t see that well anymore. Oh well. They were getting used to it at least.
Test Tube was Bot’s only sibling, who was nineteen, five years older than Bot. When Bot’s parents died after being hit by a train, Test Tube was left to take care of Bot. Test Tube was eighteen when she got custody of Bot, which was right before she was going off to college. She was a smart girl. She got impeccable grades, was the valedictorian of her class (An almost impossible task for greasers), and was going to do something with chemistry as her college major. She had a bright future. Had. Test Tube had to take care of Bot, and it seemed like her creative spark was gone and was replaced with a short temper, and Bot will forever feel guilty for doing that. Whenever Bot did something wrong, or ‘wasn’t thinking’, as Test Tube would say, their older sister would yell at them.
As Bot was walking down the sidewalk of the west side, they were trying to keep their head down. They weren’t trying to look anyone in the eyes. They were sure if they did, they would be verbally attacked at best or beaten at worst. Either way, the smart thing to do was to keep their head low. Well, the smart thing to do was never to cross to the west side, but Bot apparently never thought. It didn’t matter anymore though, since they were reaching the train tracks that split Tulsa. Bot lifted their head up, thinking they were safe to do so now. They were wrong.
A car had pulled up next to Bot, its engine roaring. Bot quickly lowered their head again, which did nothing. “Hey greaser!” A guy from the car yelled. Out of the corner of Bot’s eye, they looked at the guy. He had a silver jacket, nicely kept grey curls, and multiple shiny rings on his fingers. Oh, great. A Soc.
For every yin, there has to be a yang. For every greaser, there has to be a Soc. Socs were the opposites of greasers. They had nice hair, expensive clothes, and loud and expensive cars, all of which were bought by mommy and daddy’s money. They thought they were better than Socs because daddy spent a pretty penny on them, meanwhile, greasers would be beaten by their parents, if they were even still alive. Tulsa’s Socs were always seen as the ‘good kids’, but that certainly wasn’t the case. Socs were sick snakes that like preying on greasers for no other reason than the fact that ghad to grease their hair. And Socs liked doing that. It was like it was their favorite pastime. A sick pastime.
“Hey greaser!” The same Soc yelled. “What, are you deaf? Can’t hear us?” He laughed like a hyena. “Well, that would make sense. Probably can’t hear us because your hair covers your ears!”
Bot whipped their head towards the car. Bot was somewhat proud of their hair, so what that Soc said was out of line. But immediately, Bot regretted it. The Soc had parked the car, and started getting out of it. Behind him, two other Socs exited as well. One had red hair and wore a white and red baseball jersey, while the other one had a red sweater and round glasses. If they jumped Bot at that moment, Bot was a dead man. Er, dead greaser. Bot refused to carry a pocket knife on them, and Bot immediately remembered all the stories their friends in their greaser gang told them about being jumped by Socs. Socs played dirty, always keeping the nicer and non-rusty knives on them, and the rings they wore could leave a mark.
“Now, what could a greaser be doing on the west side?” The Soc with rings asked to his friends. “Maybe he’s too dumb to know his directions!”
Bot gritted their teeth. First off, that Soc was wrong about ‘he’, and second off, Bot wasn’t that dumb! Sure, maybe they weren’t street smart, but they certainly were book smart! They got good grades. While Test Tube was really smart in subjects like math and science, Bot was really smart in history and english and any artistic subject. Truthfully, Bot was a pretty artistic person, but that’s beside the point. “Hey! I obviously know my directions!” They yelled.
Immediately, Bot knew they never should’ve opened their mouth. The Socs all grinned at each other, all amused. The one in the baseball jersey grinned. “Oh, look at this! It’s a greasy girl dressing up as a boy! Ha!” He laughed. “That’s funny. I’ve heard about this before, but I’ve never seen it!”
Bot was technically born a girl, but realized as a kid, they just… Weren’t a girl, or a boy, and had been living as something that wasn’t either. To Bot, they only thought it was a big deal to themself and didn’t concern anyone else, but clearly everyone else disagreed. Everyone in Tulsa was very religious, or at least claimed to be, and looked down on Bot for this, and would purposely call them a girl because they didn’t get it, or at least didn’t want to get it. Sadly, Bot had gotten used to this, but they hated when people would treat them like a zoo animal for this. The only people who really understood and treated Bot normally was their greaser gang.
“It-It doesn’t matter!” Bot yelled, shoving their hands into their pockets in an attempt to seem cool. “I’m just trying to go home. If you let me go home, I-I’ll never come back.” Bot was trying to conceal the fear in their voice. Oh god, they couldn’t get in a fight now. Bot was helpless and they weren’t strong at all. They’d die.
“Hey, greaser, you never answered my question, though.” The one with the rings spat out. “Why are you here on the west side? Don’t you know that trash like you don’t belong here?”
Bot nodded their head. Maybe if they went along with what the Socs would say, they’d be able to survive. “I know… I don’t belong here! But your side was showing the new movie with Spoiled Lemon, and I-”
The three Socs laughed in unison. “Hahah! Is that your problem, Baseball?” The one with rings yelled to the one in the baseball as he stepped closer to Bot.
“Not my problem, Nickel!” The one with the baseball jersey, Baseball stepped closer to Bot too. They were getting scared. “Is that your problem, Balloon?” He asked the one in a sweater.
The one in the sweater, Balloon, stepped to Bot too. It was like they were circling their prey before lunging at it. “Not my problem, Baseball!”
The one with the rings, Nickel, laughed a bit to himself. “It sounds like a greaser problem!”
Bot had no way of escaping now. They couldn’t run, because the Socs seemed to be stronger and bigger than them. That would probably make it worse too. “Guys, I don’t want any trouble. Just let me head home. It won’t happen again.”
Nickel laughed. “It seems like—wait, what’s your name?”
“Bot.”
“It seems like Bot here doesn’t like being a greaser!” Nickel swung his arm around Bot’s shoulder, gripping them tightly. “But I’m feeling generous today.” Baseball and Balloon perked their heads up, confused. “I say we turn Bot into a Soc! I’m sure it’ll love that! Now, the first step in the noble process,” Nickel yanked a chunk of Bot’s hair, making them scream, and he pulled out his switchblade. “Is to cut its hair.”
Baseball and Balloon’s faces lit up. “Cut that hair! Cut that hair! Cut that greasy greaser’s hair!” They shouted. Nickel joined them. “Cut that hair! Cut that hair! Cut that greasy greaser’s hair!”
Bot squirmed in Nickel’s grasp, but they knew it’d do nothing. Bot couldn’t die like this. They liked having long hair. They were sure that Nickel would slit their throat if he managed to bring the knife up to their head, so Bot had to keep him from doing so. They elbowed him in the side, and when Baseball and Balloon lunged at them, Bot kicked them away. As Bot was running away from them, Bot suddenly realized why their greaser friends always got in fights. It was like a rush! And it felt good. But not all good things last, as one of the Socs grabbed Bot by their shirt collar, and punched them in the side of the head, knocking them unconscious.
You see, the thing about being unconscious is that you’re not able to remember or know what happens, so when Bot fell to the ground—
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“Bot! Bot” A voice yelled, shaking Bot.
As Bot slowly gained consciousness again, they immediately noticed their surroundings. The expensive and bright colors of the west side were now replaced with the dirty and muddy colors. Great. They were on the east side again. Surrounding Bot were their greaser friends, Poppy and Fan, and their sister, Test Tube.
“Bot! Bot!” Test Tube shrieked, her eyes full of worry.
Fan, who stood to the side of Test Tube, looked at Bot with concern. “Test Tube, careful, you’re going to hurt them!”
Test Tube whipped her head to her boyfriend. “Hey, they might be dead for all I know!”
Bot’s head was pounding. It was like they had got run over by a train, and Bot was sure that they were bleeding somewhere. Their entire body felt weird. “Urrghjgjjhhhh…” They groaned. Test Tube shaking them definitely wasn’t helping at all. “Wha… What happened?”
“Oh thank god you’re okay!” Test Tube grabbed Bot and pulled them into a hug. “I was so worried!” Bot was pretty surprised that Test Tube wasn’t yelling at them yet. Normally, Test Tube would be screeching at them. “But what you did was so stupid! What were you doing to make the Socs so upset?!” There is was.
Bot pushed themself off of the ground. “I was on the west side, going to the movie house. The new movie with Spoiled Lemon was only playing there, so I–”
Test Tube’s expression looked like she was about to explode. “You and your goddamn movies!” She yelled. “Why didn’t you take someone with you? I would’ve gone! Fan would’ve gone! You know you can’t go alone! So why did you?!”
Bot felt this weird feeling, like they were small. “I… I didn’t think-”
“Yeah, you never think, do you!?” Test Tube scoffed, crossing her arms.
“Test Tube!” Fan shouted, putting a hand on his girlfriend’s shoulder and stepped back. He must’ve seen how stressed out Bot was because of Test Tube, and tried helping them.
Fan and Test Tube had been dating for two years, and best friends since childhood. For the last year, Fan had been living with Test Tube and Bot since his home situation was bad. And Bot didn’t mind that at all. They loved Fan like a brother, but like not in a way that makes him and Test Tube look incestuous. Bot’s parents liked Fan too, and were excited about the two dating before they died. When they died, Fan stepped up to help care for Bot with Test Tube, but while Test Tube was strict with them, Fan was more fun. Bot looked like Test Tube and Fan’s child too. Test Tube had dark brown hair that was messily tied up, wore a white shirt and jeans, and a green flannel jacket. Fan had dark red hair that was greased back, a plain white shirt, and a blue jacket with a name tag he wore when he was at work.
“Who was it?” Poppy asked, coming up right next to them. “Was it Nickel? With the rings.” Bot thought for a moment, trying to remember what that one boy looked like. “When you close your eyes, do you see flashing?” They asked, their voice going lower and eerier. Bot closed their eyes, and saw random flashes of white, and then nodded.
Poppy was Bot’s best friend. Poppy was like Bot and had that weird feeling of gender, which somehow bonded them together. Their greaser gang was the only one in Tulsa that accepted people like that. Poppy had brown hair that was tied up with strips of it resting across their face, wore a yellow tank top, and brown cargo shorts. Three months ago, Poppy was jumped by Socs, probably the same group that jumped Bot, for no apparent reason. They had cut Poppy’s face up with rings and twisted their leg.
Now, Poppy never had a good home life. Each night, they’d come home and would often get abused by their horrible father, but what Poppy went through with the Socs really messed them up. Poppy jumped at every slight sound now, and would always cling to one of the gang’s sides when in public. Bot had never gone through what Poppy had, so they just pitied them, but now, Bot felt lucky that the small amount of pain they felt was nothing to what Poppy went through.
As Bot stood up and caught themself when they nearly tripped from dizziness, they looked around their surroundings. Behind them, Paintbrush and Knife walked towards them, the latter having a smug expression on his face. “Aha! Bot’s a goddamn warrior for making it out alive from the Socs!”
Bot’s faced lit up when they saw Knife. Knife was the coolest greaser Bot had ever met. Knife was originally from New York, but had fled to Tulsa after something happened. Knife had only been in Tulsa for a couple years, but his criminal record was longer than anything Bot had ever seen. His silver hair was greased back and wore a simple white t-shirt with a black leather jacket, and he still managed to look awesome.
“Knife, when did’ya get out of the cooler!?” Bot shouted to Knife, their voice full of excitement.
“He got out this afternoon. I just picked him up a bit ago, and we rushed over here when we heard all the yelling.” Paintbrush answered. Paintbrush was also like Bot and Poppy with their gender, which made half of the gang not fit into the binary. It was like there was no binary… (GUYS THIS TAKES PLACE IN THE SIXTIES IM SORRY THIS IS WHAT ID THINK TRANS TEENS WOULD THINK ABOUT THEMSELVES) Paintbrush had long, greased back blonde hair, a black shirt, and a blue jacket that matched Fan’s since they worked at the same place. “Woah, Bot, your face, are you okay?”
Bot touched the side of their face they got punched at. “Ow!” They exclaimed. They pulled their hand back, and saw it was covered in blood. Ew. They were going to be sick.
Poppy stepped in front of Bot. “Hey, Bot. When it’s done bleeding, put a bag of frozen peas up to it. It helped me.”
“Or a bag of lima beans!” Paintbrush added.
Test Tube pulled Bot’s arm away from the wound. “And don’t touch it. It’ll only make it worse.” She turned to Knife. “Now, Knife, what did you do to get locked up?”
Knife smiled a bit to himself. “For being too handsome.” Bot and Poppy laughed a bit to themselves. Knife was their hero. He turned to Bot. “Now, are you okay? Do you want me to fight them?” He started walking towards the west side.
Test Tube shook her head furiously and grabbed Knife’s arm. “No! Don’t… Don’t do that. It’ll only make it worse. Lightbulb already went off and tried to scare them away.” Test Tube laughed a bit to herself as she looked at the ground.
Knife walked over to Bot and look at their hair. “Did they cut your hair?”
“Nope!” Bot answered, trying to straighten it to the way it was earlier.
Knife nodded his head. “Good. They can beat you up and spit on your name, but if they cut your hair, than you might as well throw away the towel.” Greasers loved putting a lot of care into their hair. That’s why most of Bot’s friends would apply it twice a day.
Bot nodded, and then from behind the gang, coming from the west side, was Lightbulb, grinning like a cheshire cat and holding something shiny. She had blonde hair that was messily braided and covered with grease and her overalls that were a size too big were falling off. She ran over to them, caught her breath, and then lifted the shiny thing up into the air. “I got their hubcap!” She exclaimed, and everyone cheered. Everyone besides for Test Tube. Lightbulb was loud and had the energy to make anyone love her. She was great.
Bot grabbed the hub cap from Lightbulb to look at their reflection. They looked like garbage. Their face was almost all the way bruised. But despite that, Bot thought they looked…cool. “Woah… I look…” They were searching for the right word to use. “Tuff.” Bot looked like they fought off a hundred Socs, and they were proud of the way they looked. They sort of looked like Knife when he got into a fight a year ago, or Lightbulb when she fought off the Socs that jumped her multiple months ago. Bot was tuff.
“No, no, you don’t look tuff!” Test Tube argued, grabbing the hubcap from her sibling. “You look like you just got beaten up by a bunch of Socs.” She grabbed Bot’s arm. “Come on. Let’s go home and clean you up.” They started walking towards the direction to Test Tube and Bot’s house, but Lightbulb caught up to them.
“Wait wait wait, Test Tube!” Lightbulb ran up to Test Tube’s side. “Hey, wait, how’s Bot’s hair?”
Test Tube rolled her eyes. “It’s fine–”
“It’s about to be legendary!” Knife exclaimed, grabbing Bot’s shoulder and pulling them towards him. “Bot just got into their first fight! Now, that must truly mean that they’re a greaser! They have the knock out, now all they need is the grease!”
Bot’s face lit up. Were they really going to finally get their hair greased back? And by the great greaser, Knife, too? No way. “Really? I–I can really get my hair greased back?”
Test Tube immediately shook her head. “No, no, no, no. That’s not your decision, Knife.”
Knife shrugged. “It’s a greaser decision. Bot just survived their first knockout.”
Test Tube was losing her cool. It seemed like they were trying to reason her way out of Bot being christened with grease. “Th–They’re only fourteen!”
“Only the Lord and the devil know what I was doing at fourteen.” Knife laughed a bit to himself. “Besides, Test Tube, you used to keep your hair greased all the time.”
Bot remembered when Test Tube had her hair greased back. Everyday, she’d go to school with her greased back, and would sometimes come back with bruises and black eyes. Then one day, the grease disappeared and Test Tube had started hanging around with Socs and tried to look less like a greaser.
Knife saw how distressed Test Tube was at his comment. “Hey, Lightbulb, do you have your grease?”
Lightbulb smiled at Knife. “Nope.” She said as she tossed the small can of grease to Knife. She always had her grease on her.
Everyone gathered around Knife in a circle, excited to see what they had to say. Test Tube backed away, not wanting to be involved with whatever Knife was planning to do. Knife pulled Bot into the middle of the circle, his arms wrapped around their shoulder. If this was any other person, Bot would probably be uncomfortable, but this was Knife. The fact that Knife was even doing something with Bot was an honor itself. In Knife’s other hand was the grease.
“Here ye, here ye!” Knife yelled, acting like a royal king. “As the gloopiest, gooey-est, grimiest greaser in the land, let it be known that Bot of the east side of Tulsa, Oklahoma, is about to be officially lubed up, and added to the ranks of greasers all around the world!”
The other greasers cheered. To be honest, Knife could probably say anything, and they would always cheer. He had that special quality about him.
Knife turned to Bot. “Bot, I think it’s time you learn that grease isn’t given,” He held the grease can in front of Bot, and when they tried to take it, Knife tossed it back to Paintbrush. “It’s something that you earn.” He looked at Lightbulb and Fan, who were smiling at the display. “Some of us are cool like James Dean. Some of us are cold, and a little more mean.” He smiled coldly.
Everyone slowly came closer to Bot, like they were about to fight them, but Bot knew that if anything, it would be a fun little fight. Knife demonstrated how to stand during a fight, and Bot awkwardly copied his pose. “Time to be tough, and quick on your feet,” Knife faked a punch at Bot, and Bot stumbled back, falling to the ground. “There ain’t no way a kid like you can make it out on the street.” Bot looked up at Knife, wondering if he really meant that. “Unless you’re mean as a fighter and as sharp as a blade,” Knife added, pulling Bot up. “Play it cool and you’ll have it made.”
Paintbrush shifted Bot’s attention from Knife to themself. “No we ain’t got money, but we got something to prove.” Paintbrush wrapped their arms around Fan and Lightbulb, smiling to Bot. “You’re a greaser now, and you ain’t going back. You’re an east bound train on a greased up track.” They gestured to Knife, who was opening Lightbulb’s grease can. “Let it be known that the grease got a hold on you.” They said as they brushed Bot’s strands of hair out of their face, making it perfect to be greased up now.
“Do you know what being a greaser means?” Knife asked Bot.
The fourteen year old thought for a moment, then shook their head. “Well, isn’t being a greaser about not having money and greasing your hair back?” They asked.
Knife laughed a bit to himself. “Wrong!” He ran over to a nearby car that was dusty and likely hadn’t been used in a while. “‘Greaser’ is actually an acronym! G is for gettin’ a hit and not giving a shit ‘cause you’re tough on the chin.” Knife faked another hit at Bot, and they dodged it. “R is your reputation because if you lose it then you’ll never win. E is to even the score when the Socs come at you with all that they got.” Knife gestured to a scar on his lip from when he bit some Socs. “A, you’re an animal. S, you got stamina. E is embracing your lot!” He backed away and smiled at his friends.
Fan, who was standing next to Test Tube, shook his head as he dragged her into the circle. “Oh, Knife, no. It’s not about getting into fights and what not.” He turned to Test Tube and smiled. “It’s about getting with girls.” Before Fan dated Test Tube, a handful of greasy girls flocked to Fan because they thought he was attractive. He wasn’t conventionally attractive, but he had this nerdy charm that made the girls go wild.
“G is for getting the girls ev’ry time ‘cause you got irresistible charm!” Fan joked, dancing with Test Tube. “R is for reeling ‘em in and then keeping the prettiest one on your arm.” He spun Test Tube around and then pulled her into his arms. For the first time that day, Test Tube dropped her frown and smiled. “E is for effortless swagger, y’know, the kind that the ladies cannot deny. A for effective,” Bot knew he probably was getting affect and effect messed up, but wouldn’t correct him on it. “But not too selective!” Fan pointed at Test Tube’s glasses. “And E is for catching her eye.”
Test Tube gave Fan a peck on the lips, and Bot quickly turned around, scared they were intruding on something. On top of the nearby car, Lightbulb sat on the hood, swinging her legs. “It ain’t just about bustin’ heads and chasing girls.” Knife and Fan both frowned. “Sometimes,” She stood up, putting her hands on her hips. “Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the motor oil!” She exaggerated the motion of smelling something.
Paintbrush smirked at their lover. Paintbrush and Lightbulb had been dating as long as Bot could remember, and Paintbrush would often put up with what Lightbulb would say. “Show us how it’s done then, Einstein.”
Lightbulb smiled wide at Paintbrush, like she wanted to prove them wrong. “I may not be the brightest bulb in the shed! I’m a latch key kid, but they keep changin’ the locks!” She jumped off the car, ran over to Fan to grab him, and twired him like he did with Test Tube. “I ain’t no sweet talking romeo,” She turned to Bot and held her fists up, jokingly. “But I can fight!” Lightbulb was always joking. She made jokes, even when she shouldn’t, and stole things from stores like she was trying to beat a personal record.
Knife dragged Bot over to the middle of the buzzing circle, and then grabbed Poppy, who was really quiet. “See? Now you know what being a greaser is like!” He let go of them and walked over to Fan and Lightbulb. “It’s about getting into fights!” He roared. “And getting girls and stealing I guess…”
Test Tube straightened her hair and put her frown back on. “No! No…” She stepped between Knife and Bot. “Bot, being a greaser is playing your hand, even when there’s no way you can win.” She gestured to Bot’s bruise. “It’s proving them wrong when they’ve decided the winner before you begin. It’s about overcoming and beating the odds and fighting for all that you got.”
Test Tube glared at Knife, who was pulling out the grease can, while Bot looked at the can like it was the greatest thing ever. “So Bot, I think it’s time you learn that if you wanna be James Dean, you’re gonna crash and burn.” She forcefully turned Bot’s attention away from Knife. “You gotta set your sights on something more. If you wanna be a fighter, then know just what you’re fighting for.”
Bot nodded their head, not sure what she meant by that. “Okay…”
Test Tube turned to everyone else as a whole and checked her watch. “I have to pick my paycheck up now.” She turned to Fan. “Fan, make sure that Bot makes it home. Straight home.” She looked at Bot, her expression a mix of annoyance and concern for Bot, and then she started heading off.
Knife grinned at Bot as he pulled out a clump of grease from the can and walked towards them. Paintbrush walked behind Bot and adjusted their hair again. “You wanna be tough? You better listen to me. I’ve seen it all and I’ve lived a life on the street! I’ll teach you everything you need to know on how to survive!”
Knife put the grease into Bot’s hair and worked it into their hair. Bot tried to seem cool, but it was a bit hard to contain their excitement. The grease felt like a rite of passage. “You are a grease for life!” Knife exclaimed.
Poppy ran over to grab the hub cap they left on the road. Immediately, Bot felt like they were something more than just a greaser. Knife grabbed a random pipe from the engine of the old car. “Kid, that grease, it’s there to stay!” He yelled, putting the pipe on both sides of Bot’s head as if he was a king christening a knight.
Poppy ran back to Bot and gave them the hubcap. Bot looked at their reflection, admiring the way they looked. They truly looked like a greaser, but they were just missing one more thing. “Lightbulb?” Bot asked, grabbing Lightbulb’s attention from talking with Paintbrush.
“Hm?” Lightbulb perked up.
“Can I have one of your cigarettes?” Bot asked. Lightbulb happily nodded and passed one over to Bot, who put it in their mouth, keeping it unlighted. Bot was sure that Test Tube would crucify Bot if she saw them with a cigarette. But Bot looked like a real greaser now. They felt the same feeling they did earlier when they ran away from the Socs, and they loved it.
Everyone gathered around Bot, looking at their new appearance. God, Bot sure did look tuff with greased back hair. And everyone could agree with that.
Poppy gazed at Bot, noticing the similarities between them and Knife, and then thought back to what Knife said earlier. “Let it be known that the grease got a hold on you.”
Bot loved being a greaser.