At the sight of the plastic handcuffs, Summers broke into an unrestrained, raspy laugh, holding her wrists out for the boy.

[color=Yellow][b]"Take me away."[/b][/color] No prison could hold her for more than an hour anyways.

Her fun was cut short by Mr. Srs Bidness, who proceeded to drop his tools on the ground. She leaned her chin on her hand, smiling lazily at him. 

[color=Yellow][b]"Dunno about you, Jughead, I got all the time in the world. But naw, I dunno where Lacey's at the moment."[/b][/color]

The girl who'd approached was insufferably adorable, with soft, full lips and wide, black eyes--and that huge, frizzy 'fro--and clad in a short dress with sockings and [i]no shoes[/i]? Oh [i]yes[/i]. A keeper. Summers perked up in more genuine interest than what she'd shown Charro. 

Until the girl curled her lip upon entering their territory and the illusion was shattered. She'd walked in from the Preppie's royal court, of course the pretty ones have horrible personalities. She slumped back into her hand, crestfallen. Not a keeper. Lacey arrived and began chewing out Charro (which was funny, but Summers was still too bummed to laugh) so she absentmindedly announced that she'd [i]'found her'[/i] to Steve, and turned her attention away from the disappointment on legs and onto red-haired punk. 

[s][b]"No, that's a fucking Siren!"[/b][/s]

Summers scoffed, and considered spitting on the prep's shoes. Wouldn't like that [i]at all[/i], would she? [color=Yellow][b]"That makes sense. Don't do shit for her, Stevie."[/b][/color]

When Steve called the rest of the punks to arms, Summers laughed at the spontaneity, but leaned over the table to spit on her shoes anyways.