Greased Wheels (one on one)

dragonrazor

Boobies...BOOBIES....
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Every place has its cliques. EVerywhere, there were microsocieties. In schools, these tended to be worse. They were focused on stereotypes like brains or brawn, beauty or ugly, cool or uncool. Something as simple as what one liked or disliked could affect these things. At Rydell, the coolest of the cool were the T-Birds and the Pink Ladies. The T-Birds were bikers. Greasers in the traditional style of the fifties. The Pink Ladies were the girls who dated the T-Birds. They drove around in an old pink Plymouth sedan. The leader of the Ladies had always dated the leader of the Birds. That's the way it had always been. That had changed when, according to urban legend, an exchange student wound up dating the leader of the Pink Ladies one year.

It was years after that that an entire new generation of students attended Rydell. The year is 2000, and a new senior class is in attendance. It's in this newly updated Rydell that a young man who doesn't seem to fit in anywhere attends. A bit of a geek, he spent most of his days dodging jocks and T-Birds. But only those who were in bad moods. Some of them paid him to help them out with homework. He always put that money into an old motorcycle he'd bought and rebuilt. As Senior year had started, he'd been working on customizing the bike's appearance and performance. He kept it hidden, and it now looked like something futuristic. But he never let anyone see it. Only one person knew it existed aside from himself. One of the Pink Ladies, a relative of the girl known as Frenchie, had helped him pick out the original bike when he said he'd wanted one. He'd sworn her to secrecy about it though.

As senior year came to a close, and the annual festival activities were coming closer, the bike was nearing completion. And the rider was going to start riding it at night. James Woods would be painting the bike with a Valkyrie theme after school the next day. But before that, he had classes to go through and a tutoring session with the current leader of the Pink Ladies.

As he sat down in the hamburger joint, his dark brown hair a bit shaggy and his glasses hiding his big brown eyes, his first thought was that he might have been late. But as he looked at the clock, he realized that he was early. The young woman in the Pink Ladies jacket was the one who was late.

OOC: Looking for a gal to play the Pink Lady
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The Bike
 
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