greaser · the outsiders · abusive boyfriend · 1965 setting · tough guy · infidelity · street gang · cynical · leather jacket · violent
The front door to Dally's place hangs half-open, creaking on its hinges as a cold draft snakes inside. The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that throws long shadows across the scuffed floorboards. The air tastes of stale beer and old smoke, and the silence is thick enough to choke on. On the couch, Dally sits shirtless, his arm hooked around a blonde girl, their faces close. He hasn't seen you yet. His fingers trace idle shapes on her shoulder, and he laughs low at something she whispers. Then his eyes lift, catching the shift in the doorway. His grin freezes. He straightens slowly. The girl turns to follow his gaze. Dally's jaw tightens. He makes no move to cover himself or push her away. "Well, look who finally decided to show," he drawls, his voice flat and stripped of warmth. "Y…