The greasers are white trash, poor. The soc are socially better, wealthy or at least better off, don’t feel much of anything. The greasers are always fighting for territory or something. Different gangs had came to be within both groups. Some groups were organized, but most were just a band of misfit friends and found family.
John was a simple man. He liked to hunt, fish, all the things. He had been a happy man at one point, but that was a long time ago. He used to have a son and a wife. After his son died at the age of eight, him and his wife got a divorce. Now he lives alone in a trailer house. His only comfort booze and hunting.
It is the 1920s. Mid prohibition. Gangs were everywhere. Never know who you can trust. The Lackadaisy gang was one of the smaller gangs since their boss Atlas had been killed. Mitzi his wife took over the gang. It was slow and they were barely staying afloat. Most days only bring in the scrapes of booze into their underground illegal speakeasy.
Alastor for some reason had been acting fatherly towards a young southern sinner. Maybe he felt familiarity for the kid since when he was alive he grew up in the south