There Are Worse Things I Could Do

[first_pink_lady]

Back home, Rizzo had to drive on down to the drive-in if she wanted to catch a flick. The options were pretty limited to whatever reel the man in charge had lying around, but she wasn't too big on the things anyhow. Here, though, they had plenty of movies just lying around on the bookshelf, waiting to be thrown up on the screen in the rec room - in

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[sluttylyingliar]

Yeah, so...awkward.

Rachel's seen this movie. Rachel's known who Rizzo was from the beginning but it's not as if Anne of Green Gables and fucking Spiderman aren't here, too. It didn't seem worth mentioning.

"Hey," she murmurs, coming up behind her. "This place sucks, sometimes."

[first_pink_lady]

It's not that she's fictional. It's that she'd spent the last decade of her life building up who she was to hide what she felt. If people knew those things - knew how vulnerable she was, about everything that she hid behind her tough gal persona - she couldn't feel anything but sick about it. And she'd never in her life felt more naked.

"You seen this flick, honey?" It's accusatory, but her skin's crawling.

[sluttylyingliar]

"Uh..." Rachel stutters, for the first time in her life not able to come up with an immediate lie. Or denial.

"It looks kind of familiar. With the singing. There's a car, right? It's about a car?" she tries with a wince.

[first_pink_lady]

She felt sick, like she was going to puke, sweat prickling at her temples and her eyes hot and breath stuttering. She thumbed away her tears, turning reflexively to anger.

"Yeah, Greased Lightening, Kenickie's piece of shit hotrod, and the singing," she said, mean, but she didn't know who it was aimed towards - the flick, Rachel, or herself. Mocking Sandy in a sing-song fashion was one thing, at a slumber party with the girls, but seeing it on screen put to a goddamn tune was another thing entirely.

[sluttylyingliar]

"Yeah, I'm sorry," she murmurs, hesitantly resting a hand on her shoulder. "If it help, it's a really popular movie. People like you."

[first_pink_lady]

She supposed that was a good thing, but all she could think about at the moment was how many people that meant had seen everything she had tried so hard to hide. "Sure they didn't prefer Sandra Dee?" She said mockingly, some of her temper dispersing, too ill-feeling to maintain it. A part of her hung on to the fact that people liked her - but then she hated herself even more, because she was supposed to not care, shouldn't care. That was who she'd always tried to be, the kind of gal who could take care of her self, a rebel.

[sluttylyingliar]

"Ew, God no," she snorts. "No one likes Sandy. I mean, that's bad or whatever but she's boring and trust me on this one, she was a terrible cheerleader."

[first_pink_lady]

"Oh thank Christ," Rizzo said, and didn't give a fuck if that made her a terrible person - everybody got their panties in a twist about that gal back at Ol' Rydell, and it gave her a sick sense of joy to know that not everyone went all doey-eyed at her perky blonde kangaroo act. "They were all such shit, weren't they?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"Yeah, listen, I'm really sorry that you just found out this thing exists, but seriously, people all like you the best," she assures her. "It's weird, though. People knowing your business."

[first_pink_lady]

"People know yours?" Rizzo asked, looking over at her, and reached into her clutch with oddly shaky fingers for a cigarette which she reflexively lit and had between her teeth before she even registered what she was doing.

[sluttylyingliar]

"Fuck, I hope not," she breathes, running a hand through her hair. "I mean, I don't think so? I haven't found like, a book on me or anything."

[first_pink_lady]

She took a long drag on her cigarette, reflexively waving a hand so that the smoke blew away from Rachel. She noticed her hand was shaking, and dropped it to her side. "What would you do, honey, if you found out everybody knew all your goddamn secrets?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"It happened back home, or close to it," she admits, wishing like shit she could just have a drag of one of those cigarettes. "I ran off. Or tried to. I don't what I'd do here. I've got a lot of secrets. They're pretty embarrassing, too. I'd probably freak."

[first_pink_lady]

Rizzo reflexively goes to offer - share and share alike - but remembers half way there that the gal's got a bun in the oven and sticks it back between her own lips. Not fucking up a baby - that's the only way she'd quit the things, that was for sure.

"They probably like you better, too." Rizzo said, and there was a little amusement in there, sneaking into her voice despite everything. She felt drained, absolutely exhausted.