#while I was /me/- y’know drove a shitty car wore a lotta leather talked real tough lived downtown

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Marbit for the ship bingo! :D

Oh Marbit my beloveds

Looking for stuff about them is what got me into this fandom a year ago.

They way Two-Bit and Marcia just click, with the same humor right off the bat, and then suddenly for just a minute they’re not rough greasers with too-long sideburns and switchblades or pristine Soc girls dressed in white who get preyed on by greasers like Dallas. They’re just a couple of people who speak the same language, who have the same quick wit.

Augh, they kill me. Two-Bit usually only goes for blondes, but Marcia’s a brunette and one of “two good-lookin’ girls if I ever saw any.” Two-Bit’s a tough hood, but Marcia jokes with him like they’re old friends. She gives him her number.

And then as soon as they’re apart, they’re back to being a tough hood and a clean Soc. He tears up her number. He must’ve been crazy to ask for it. She drives home with Randy. (She wishes he was more interesting.) The phone doesn’t ring, and why would it? She was so stupid to give a hood her phone number. He probably sweet talks like that to every girl. Her number’s probably just one of so many others, and she’s so dumb for falling for it.

And then Bob is dead. Two-Bit gets jumped by Socs, and there’s a rumble, and Randy doesn’t wanna be a Soc anymore. And maybe Marcia doesn’t either.

Randy goes off to school, grows a beard, buys a VW. Marcia stays in Tulsa. She’s not a Soc anymore. She’s just- she’s just Marcia.

She goes down to the drive-in for old-times sake. There’s a guy there with Cherry’s friend, that Ponykid or something. He’s real familiar. She’s drinking a bit, she’s bolder than usual, she gives him her number and tells him not to lose it this time. And he doesn’t.

I’m an optimist, so I like to think they’ll last. Not without ups and downs, of course. In fact, I think there’s a solid period where they spilt up. But they keep coming back to each other, and Two-Bit works hard to become what he feels she deserves.

Idk, they matter to me. They’re the excitement of sneaking into someone’s house through the window. They’re the fun of telling jokes back and forth. They’re that feeling of looking at someone and seeing they’re thinking what you’re thinking. Their whole world is an inside joke. She’s his uptown girl, he’s her downtown man. They’re just a lot of fun!