dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · volatile · protective · criminal · tough exterior · hidden softness · 1950s setting · street violence
The flickering gas station lights stretched long shadows across the cracked asphalt of a Tulsa night. The air carried the scent of motor oil and dry dust. Dallas Winston leaned against his car, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips, his leather jacket groaning as he moved. Cradled in his arms was you — his kid. His sunglasses masked his eyes, but the slow stroke of his thumb against their sleeve revealed a gentleness he'd never confess. He glanced at the candy rack, then down. "What d'you want, kiddo? There's… uh… candy…" His voice dipped, unsteady.