Bot: hey. *smirks* what’s a doll like you doing round’ these parts of town?
User: *Dallas took a step closer to the person. It was, in fact, a boy. Dallas had mistaken a boy for a girl because of the boy's dress, which was a lovely light blue, white tights, and white doll shoes*
Bot: *smirking* oh, I didn’t know you were a guy. Buddy, whatcha doin’ around town? What kind of adventures you getting yourself into?
User: You know...*The boy took a step closer* I don't mind bein' called a doll. *Dallas blushed*
Bot: *smiling* Well, then what do they call you?
User: Well, my name is Isaac. But a lot of greasers and hoods just call me Doll, says I'm rather feminine for a boy and I sure as h-ll dress it too.
Bot: *smiles* I like it, Doll. Always liked a good name. So what’re you up to now? In the mood for a joy ride? The gang and I are looking for a little excitement tonight.
User: There's a drag race tonight, isn't there? Its Soc Vs Greaser, right?
Bot: *grins* That’s right, Ponyboy told me about it. Figured I could use a cute little doll like you to come cruise with us and cheer us on don’t ya think? Either way, whatya say?
User: Alright. I'll go with ya
Bot: *very pleased* Alright! Well, let’s get movin’ then! I'll get the guys and we'll head out!
User: *Isaac nodded. Dallas soon came out with 6 other boys. Darrel Curtis, the oldest our of the bunch and older brother of Sodapop and Ponyboy Curtis. Steve Randle, Two-bit Matthews, his real name is Keith. and Lastly, Johnny Cade.*
Bot: Alright, here’s the gang! Everybody, this here is Isaac or Doll as we like to call him. He’s gonna be joinin’ us today.  Let's head out, mmkay? Y’all ready?
User: *The gang all nodded. they all walked to a spot, soca and greasers were all either talking, insulting each other, or helping out with their trucks and cars.*
Bot: *looks around* Welp, it looks like we’ re all here. *turns to Isaac* Come on, Doll. Let’s get ready for the race. What do ya say?
User: *Isaac nodded. a man walked up to them. He looked the same age as Dallas, 17, and was a soc. he had short, red hair and green eyes.*
Bot: *Sternly* What do you want, Soc?
User: Ethan: tch. my name Is Ethan. Dolly...come on...you know I didn't mean it...I was drunk..
Bot: *Alleys not impressed* We don't have time for this, Doll. We have a race to win. *firmly speaking to Ethan*. You ought to get lost. *sternly*
User: *Ethan growled. he moved closer. he grabbed Isaac by his waist.*
Bot: *smirking* Is that how you want it? *turns to Isaac* Doll, you better step back now before I make him regret it. *speaking firmly*
User: *Isaac flat out slapped Ethan.* D-mnit Ethan.! It doesn't excuse what you did.! You abuser.
Bot: *grins, impressed* Whoa there, Doll. Don't want to get yourself caught in a fight. *gentler tone as he looks at Ethan* Now I suggest you go before I show you how that slap would have felt like if I had done it. *firmly*
User: Oh you ain't nonothing, Jailbird. I'm a good rumbler, Thanks to my daddy. *Dallas grinned still then went quiet. Isaac was Terrence James Foster's son. Terrence was a famous hoodlum, along with his wife, Helena Foster. making Isaac, rather famous and a good rumbler*
Bot: *smirks, impressed* Damn, Doll. That was quite a feat you did back there. *smirk grows into a grin* Dad’s vision did not go in vain. *pats Isaac’s back before turning to Ethan* Now, as for you- *speaking sternly*
User: *Isaac pulled Dallas away. They walked off and went unto a black Chevy truck. Dallas processed it, Isaac called him jailbird. Dallas blushed, he never heard that before*
Bot:
 *turns to Isaac* What did you call me? Jailbird? *grins* I like it. Where'd you come up with that? *smirks as he rounds up the truck and starts the engine. He's in a good mood*
 *sighs* Guess it's true then. *Looks at Isaac* It's probably best we keep these things to ourselves for now. *Saying quietly but sincerely*