After waking up the next day, Tony decided to go see the Greasers. There, he could ask Steve about last night's little incident with Laurent, and maybe get more in touch with the Clique. He decided to dress with the classic green Bullworth vest and jeans.
As he arrived at the Autoshop gate, a Greaser in leather jacket was standing between the two open gates. "Hey, you, get away, there's nothing to see here."
"Relax, Dude, I came to talk to Steve.", Tony said calmly.
"Steve ? You know him ? I swear that if it was a lie, I'll have to beat you up”, the Greaser retorted, then turned and screamed the name of Steve. Tony took this time to look the guy carefully in the eyes. They were classic brown eyes, and they looked hard. For one moment, the eyes went at the bottom, then left. As far as Tony knew, this meant that he was thinking about something. A minute later, Steve's face appeared behind the fence that delimited the Greaser territory.
"Hey, Tony ! You're doing well ?", Steve greeted.
"I gotta talk to you, Steve”, Tony said. “I'm sure you know what I want to talk about."
"Yeah, sure, glad you’re here !”, Steve added.
"So, may I enter, or does today, discussions between friends make themselves through the fence ?", Tony asked.
"Of course... Let him enter, Hal !", Steve called cheerfully.
Tony passed around the fence, and arrived in a zone roofed by corrugated iron, only a little over two yards high, that had been thrown together since the last time he was here. There were several old sofas there, and Tony noticed that one of them was taken from a car. On the right of the open room, there were draped cloths that made a sort of wall. The whole works were attached to the building where there was the open bay that contained the Greaser’s classic car. Around the work benches were mechanic’s tools and the big wood box where Tony had gotten the hooks. On a steel table in front of the sofas, there was a motor attached with a cable to a huge motor-puller, sitting in the middle of a huge oil spot. Tony sat on a pretty comfortable seat, while Steve took place on the car sofa, beside the motor.
"You want anything to drink, Tony ?", Steve asked.
"Any soda would make it”, said Tony.
Steve eased into the bay and reached around to little dirty fridge on his right. He grabbed a cola, threw it to Tony, then grabbed another one, and threw it in the direction of the draped cloths. A hand reached through and grabbed it. Laurent emerged from behind the cloths and sat down next to Tony.
"You guys have to explain to me something !" said Tony with a fake smile, not really surprised to see Laurent there.
"It is all my fault, Tony”, Laurent said, embarrassed. “I had a little beer, two, three... You know...."
"You were lucky I seen you”, Tony admonished.
"Je sais... I know”, Laurent said, his face reddening
"Whatever”, Tony chuckled. “You've learned something about motors ?"
"He’s learned a lot !" said Steve, hands still working.
"This is good..." Tony said as he drank the refreshing liquid.
"What about you ? And this girl... Karen ?", Laurent asked with a sly look.
"What would you have done, you little perv ?", Tony joked back. The three laughed.
"OK, Steve, I'm here to meet you Greasers, to learn a bit on motors, and stuff like that”, Tony said, more at ease.
"No problem”, Steve said. “You won't be able to access our shop class for now, but you can come see me anytime."
"Thanks, man”, Tony said. “Hey, Laurent, what's going on this afternoon in the gym ? Super-Dodgeball again ?"
"Non, nothing today, I think”, Laurent said, and swirled his arm around. “I may check this out."
"You wanna stay here ?", Tony asked.
"Oui.", Laurent replied. “For awhile.”
"OK, I'll see you after lunch sometime”, Tony said, getting up. “Don't you guys do any stupid stuff while I'm away."
"Yeah, Mmum..." mumbled Steve jokingly.
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