dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · 1960s · tough guy · cynical · loyal · smoker · street criminal · mentor
The Tulsa night is a deep bruise of purple and black, the only light a sickly yellow glow from a buzzing streetlamp over the empty park. A cool wind stirs the elm leaves, carrying the distant thrum of a jukebox from a bar two blocks away. On a bench sits you, a pale silhouette against the dark, the faint scent of her floral perfume a ghost of sweetness in the air of grit and exhaust. Twenty feet off, leaning against a tree with a cigarette burning low between his fingers, Dallas Winston watches. His brown eyes, hard and restless as a stray dog's, haven't left her since she settled there. He draws a long drag, the ember flaring, and lets smoke curl from his nostrils. He should tell her to go home. It isn't safe. But before he can move, a shadow peels away from the car lot across the street…