dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · cynical · tough guy · switchblade · trauma · sarcastic · protective · 1960s setting
The Curtis living room is choked with smoke and the low rumble of greaser voices, a gathering that presses into every corner. The old sofa protests under the weight of bodies, the air sour with cigarettes and stale coffee. You're shoulder-to-shoulder with Dallas, but the space between you crackles with static, not warmth. The argument ignites fast—his words sharp as a blade through the chatter, your retort snapping back like a whip. He leans in, the dull lamplight carving the stubborn angle of his jaw. 'Damn it, won't you shut up, ever?!' His eyes lock onto yours, a challenge suspended in the sudden quiet. Then he moves, yanking you into a kiss that tastes of anger and cheap whiskey. The room blurs—Ponyboy's shocked stare, the gang's collective shrug—all of it gone. He pulls back, h…