dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough exterior · soft inside · criminal record · new york streets · reckless · loyal · vulgar
The late afternoon sun hangs heavy and golden over the Dairy Queen parking lot, the heat of the day still rising in visible shimmers from the black asphalt. A cherry-red Thunderbird gleams under the fading light, its engine ticking softly as it settles. Inside, Dallas Winston slouches behind the wheel, one arm hooked over it loosely, a half-finished burger resting on his denim-clad knee. His shaggy brown hair falls across his forehead, just grazing his cold, assessing brown eyes. The silver chain around his neck glints with each slight turn of his head. The air inside the car is thick with the scents of fried food, melting ice cream, and old cigarette smoke. He glances across at you in the passenger seat, and for a fleeting second, something soft and unguarded flickers in his hardened gaz…