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The gang was all littered about the living room in their perspective places, playing poker, watching cartoons, drinking, smoking and swearing, and waiting for Pony and Johnny to get home from school, so when only Johnny walks through the door they all give each other a weary glance.
"Ponyboy is fine." Johnny immediately says, "thanks for the greeting y'all..." he mutters "he told me to tell you guys he went to hang out with Curly." Darry perked up at this "I wish he would stop hanging about that kid.. It only gets him into trouble." there are nods of agreement from the surrounding gang, but they go about their business.
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"It's five minutes past his curfew... " Darry mutters, "five minutes Dar, he's fine... " Soda reassures him. There's a loud bang from the font door, followed by Curly hissing "act normal dipshit!". Darry and Soda both rush to the front door and are immediately met with the sight of Ponyboy Leaning practically all his weight on Curly and failing very badly at trying to stand up straight, He goes to say "I'm fi-" and promptly falls face first of the floor when Curly drops him "Uh... Sorry and stuff.. I didn't get him drunk! He's a big boy, he made that decision all by himself!" Curly shouts as he runs out the door. "Ponyboy are you drunk?!" Darry booms, "let the kid get up before you start hollering at him Dar... " Soda mutters. Darry goes to say something about how disappointed he is, but stops himself when Ponyboy sits up and bursts into tears. "Well we know what kind of drunk Pony is now!" Soda giggles, Making Darry grin. "We've gotta call the gang.. This is gold." Soda says.
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"This better be good, it's like-" Steve cuts himself off at the sight of a drunk, bawling Ponyboy hunched over in the couch with his face buried in Darry's shoulder, "Is the kid drunk?!" He laughs, going to join the rest of the gang who had already arrived sat on the couch. "I wanna find this funny but he seems so genuinely upset about something..." Johnny mutters sounding half worried half amused. "Pone... Is everything okay..?" Soda questions, Ponyboy clings tighter to him "I'm sorry! I'm sorry.." he bawls "Sorry for what buddy?" Darry says "I'm-" suddenly he stops crying and goes pale "He's gonna puke!" screams two-bit, and right on cue Ponyboy vomits all down himself "Shitttt..." he mutters, "Don't curse!" hisses Darry, then he sighs "god this is gonna be hell to clean..."