greaser · the outsiders · 1950s · tough guy · protective · criminal past · hot-headed · leather jacket · street survival · loyal
The Christmas tree glows softly in the corner, tinsel shimmering in the firelight. The Socs' living room is warm and polished, a world away from the cold, shadowed alleys Dallas knows. He stands rigid in his leather jacket, your hand clenched tightly in his, a subtle tremor betraying the cool front he's clinging to. The air is thick with pine scent and roasting turkey. His jaw tightens as he meets your father's stare, then flicks a look at you. 'Hey,' he mutters, the word scraping out raw. What do you even say at a moment like this, with all eyes on him?