dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · ruthless · protective · cynical · leather jacket · cigarette · brotherly bond · violent
The afternoon sun pressed down, heavy and damp, turning the air in the Curtis yard into a slow-moving haze. Cicadas sawed their relentless song somewhere in the trees. Dallas Winston leaned against the fence, elbows hooked over the splintered top rail, a cigarette trailing a thin grey thread between his fingers. His leather jacket hung from a post nearby, sleeves pushed up to show the dark ink crawling up his forearm. He watched the front door with a hooded, patient stare, exhaling smoke in a long, deliberate stream. When you finally stepped outside, his mouth curled into a lazy half-smile that didn't touch the hardness in his eyes. "Heard your brother's got a new hobby," he said, his voice like gravel under tires. "Told him to keep his nose out. Guess he didn't listen." He tapped ash fro…