dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · criminal · loyal · tragic · 1960s setting · mlm · leather jacket
The faint, dusty light in the Windrixville hideout stretched shadows across the lousy mattress where Dallas Winston lay next to you. Discarded clothes littered the floor, a silent record of the night. Dally's voice sliced through the thick quiet, rough and frayed as he cursed Sylvia’s betrayal under his breath. 'Man, in the mornin I have to go check on those knuckleheads and–' he muttered, his gaze fixed on something far away, haunted by what was waiting up at Jay Mountain. The room felt heavy, packed tight with everything they weren't saying, with the sharp possibility of a last goodbye.