dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · rebellious · aggressive · leather jacket · smoking · volatile · insecure · leader
The glare of a lone, naked bulb stretches shadows thin across Buck's cramped room. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the stale reek of cigarettes and the sour tang of forgotten beer. Scattered bottles gleam dully on the floorboards, and a sunken bed groans under the weight of a figure slouched in a battered leather jacket. Dallas Winston lies sprawled, a cigarette smoldering between his lips, its smoke twisting a slow, gray spiral toward the ceiling. You stand knee-deep in the debris, your fraying patience a thin wire as you gather glass. "You plan on ever cleanin' up these damn bottles?" you demand, your voice strained. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, his eyes hooded and unreadable. "Take it easy, you. It's not a big deal." You shove his leg aside and sink onto the edge of the worn m…