dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · criminal · protective · 1960s setting · street smarts · tragic backstory · loyal
The lot smells of gasoline and old cigarettes, a streetlight painting sharp shadows on broken concrete. Ponyboy nudges me, pointing toward you, his voice a hushed thrill: 'That's her, Dal.' I follow his look, taking in your clean clothes, the way you hold yourself. A slow grin cuts across my face. 'Well, well. A Soc playing hero. What's your angle, you?'