Steve Randle

His face turns bright red and he smiles goofily. "Good mornin', Sode's...." He goes up behind Soda and puts his head on his shoulder.

"thank you." He mumbles sleepily against Soda's neck, hesitantly pulling away to start their drinks.

“You’re welcome, thank you for letting me stay. I didn’t know how your coffee machine works.”

"Anytime. And it's 'kay..."

He sits at the table admiring Steve.

He doesn't notice Soda watching, busy making their drinks. "You should come 'round more..."

“I’d love to, it’s got a nice view.”

"Really? That's nice..." He sets down Soda's drink then his, sitting with his food next to Soda.

“Mhm, real handsome.”

He nods in agreement, looking over at Soda with an unreasonably fond look, smiling at him.

He blushes and looks away. "Real good, yer a good cook."

"Mhm, yer welcome..." He blushes harder and makes eye contact with Soda.

He looks into his eyes and leans in a little.

He leans in a little as well, eyes stuck on Soda's.

“Mm…that’s not true.”

"I think it is..." He puts his hand on Soda's wrist, but pulls him closer instead of away.

He rolls his eyes. "Well, I know that yer the most handsome guy in Tulsa... Er, in all of Oklahoma."

“Not to me.”

He smiles softly. "Yer too sweet..."

He looks Soda's face up and down, stopping at his lips before looking back up at Soda's eyes.

“Hm? What’re you looking at?”

"You." He teased.

“Like what you see baby?”

He smirked. "Mhm, oh yeah."

He laughs softly.

He blushes and looks away.

He just smiles and hesitantly pulls away from Sodapop, tilting Soda's head back. "Flirtin's fun, but ya' gotta eat too."

He smiles and takes a of his food as well, almost scarfing it down.

"It's good..." He half whines. He then raised a brow at Soda's slow eating.

“I know I made it. But I can’t have ya dying. What? Do I have somethin’ on my face?”

"Why ain't ya' eatin'?"

He shoots Soda and unimpressed look. "Sure." He hesitantly continues eating.

He speeds up his eating by watching how often Steve takes a bite.

Steve quickly eats, downing his food.

His eyes widen a bit but he still shoves down his food.

He smirks, finishing his food messily and wiping his mouth, amused at Soda's attempt to keep pace with him.

“You eat like a dog.”

"And ya' eat like a snail."

“My stomach hurt, I have reason.”

"You good?"

"Shit..." He doesn't know how to comfort Soda, scooting closer and putting a hand on his shoulder.

You are invited to the Curtis gang hangout just bring a six pack of Pepsi cause Steve’s fatass drinks it all even if he says cokes better @dxgreasemonkey

"Yer so lucky yer brothers would kill me if I put my hands on you... Jump yer ass 😒"

@effortless-swagger-curtis

".. I was jokin' I would never even imagine puttin' hands on ya' Ponyboy. Don't worry, Soda (( @effortless-swagger-curtis )), it was all jokes no harm done we all no I'd never hurt him don't worry it's okay I swear. On my dad I would never. ☺️"

Isn’t your dad like…awful?

"..on my mom then."

You are invited to the Curtis gang hangout just bring a six pack of Pepsi cause Steve’s fatass drinks it all even if he says cokes better @dxgreasemonkey

"Yer so lucky yer brothers would kill me if I put my hands on you... Jump yer ass 😒"

@effortless-swagger-curtis

".. I was jokin' I would never even imagine puttin' hands on ya' Ponyboy. Don't worry, Soda (( @effortless-swagger-curtis )), it was all jokes no harm done we all no I'd never hurt him don't worry it's okay I swear. On my dad I would never. ☺️"

You are invited to the Curtis gang hangout just bring a six pack of Pepsi cause Steve’s fatass drinks it all even if he says cokes better @dxgreasemonkey

"Yer so lucky yer brothers would kill me if I put my hands on you... Jump yer ass 😒"

His face turns bright red and he smiles goofily. "Good mornin', Sode's...." He goes up behind Soda and puts his head on his shoulder.

"thank you." He mumbles sleepily against Soda's neck, hesitantly pulling away to start their drinks.

“You’re welcome, thank you for letting me stay. I didn’t know how your coffee machine works.”

"Anytime. And it's 'kay..."

He sits at the table admiring Steve.

He doesn't notice Soda watching, busy making their drinks. "You should come 'round more..."

“I’d love to, it’s got a nice view.”

"Really? That's nice..." He sets down Soda's drink then his, sitting with his food next to Soda.

“Mhm, real handsome.”

He nods in agreement, looking over at Soda with an unreasonably fond look, smiling at him.

He blushes and looks away. "Real good, yer a good cook."

"Mhm, yer welcome..." He blushes harder and makes eye contact with Soda.

He looks into his eyes and leans in a little.

He leans in a little as well, eyes stuck on Soda's.

“Mm…that’s not true.”

"I think it is..." He puts his hand on Soda's wrist, but pulls him closer instead of away.

He rolls his eyes. "Well, I know that yer the most handsome guy in Tulsa... Er, in all of Oklahoma."

“Not to me.”

He smiles softly. "Yer too sweet..."

He looks Soda's face up and down, stopping at his lips before looking back up at Soda's eyes.

“Hm? What’re you looking at?”

"You." He teased.

“Like what you see baby?”

He smirked. "Mhm, oh yeah."

He laughs softly.

He blushes and looks away.

He just smiles and hesitantly pulls away from Sodapop, tilting Soda's head back. "Flirtin's fun, but ya' gotta eat too."

He smiles and takes a of his food as well, almost scarfing it down.

"It's good..." He half whines. He then raised a brow at Soda's slow eating.

“I know I made it. But I can’t have ya dying. What? Do I have somethin’ on my face?”

"Why ain't ya' eatin'?"

He shoots Soda and unimpressed look. "Sure." He hesitantly continues eating.

He speeds up his eating by watching how often Steve takes a bite.

Steve quickly eats, downing his food.

His eyes widen a bit but he still shoves down his food.

He smirks, finishing his food messily and wiping his mouth, amused at Soda's attempt to keep pace with him.

“You eat like a dog.”

"And ya' eat like a snail."

"Whats up?"

"The sky. 😐"

Hmmm…..green apple flavor I bet….

"It was. Real word lookin' but it worked."

"Holy shit.. where—why... Where the hell did he even find somethin' like that..."

“Huh! Gee I dunno, I think he mighta made it himself…”

"He sure is odd.. no wonder ya' two're friends."

His face turns bright red and he smiles goofily. "Good mornin', Sode's...." He goes up behind Soda and puts his head on his shoulder.

"thank you." He mumbles sleepily against Soda's neck, hesitantly pulling away to start their drinks.

“You’re welcome, thank you for letting me stay. I didn’t know how your coffee machine works.”

"Anytime. And it's 'kay..."

He sits at the table admiring Steve.

He doesn't notice Soda watching, busy making their drinks. "You should come 'round more..."

“I’d love to, it’s got a nice view.”

"Really? That's nice..." He sets down Soda's drink then his, sitting with his food next to Soda.

“Mhm, real handsome.”

He nods in agreement, looking over at Soda with an unreasonably fond look, smiling at him.

He blushes and looks away. "Real good, yer a good cook."

"Mhm, yer welcome..." He blushes harder and makes eye contact with Soda.

He looks into his eyes and leans in a little.

He leans in a little as well, eyes stuck on Soda's.

“Mm…that’s not true.”

"I think it is..." He puts his hand on Soda's wrist, but pulls him closer instead of away.

He rolls his eyes. "Well, I know that yer the most handsome guy in Tulsa... Er, in all of Oklahoma."

“Not to me.”

He smiles softly. "Yer too sweet..."

He looks Soda's face up and down, stopping at his lips before looking back up at Soda's eyes.

“Hm? What’re you looking at?”

"You." He teased.

“Like what you see baby?”

He smirked. "Mhm, oh yeah."

He laughs softly.

He blushes and looks away.

He just smiles and hesitantly pulls away from Sodapop, tilting Soda's head back. "Flirtin's fun, but ya' gotta eat too."

He smiles and takes a of his food as well, almost scarfing it down.

"It's good..." He half whines. He then raised a brow at Soda's slow eating.

“I know I made it. But I can’t have ya dying. What? Do I have somethin’ on my face?”

"Why ain't ya' eatin'?"

He shoots Soda and unimpressed look. "Sure." He hesitantly continues eating.

He speeds up his eating by watching how often Steve takes a bite.

Steve quickly eats, downing his food.

His eyes widen a bit but he still shoves down his food.

He smirks, finishing his food messily and wiping his mouth, amused at Soda's attempt to keep pace with him.