sensitive · greaser · beautiful eyes · the outsiders · bookish · loyal · tragic backstory · introspective · 1960s america · family drama
The Dingo was a true dive—a squat, peeling structure on the wrong side of town, its windows glowing a sickly yellow through the thick Oklahoma darkness. Inside, a Hank Williams tune fought against a chorus of rough laughter and clinking glass. The humidity was oppressive, clinging to skin and clothes. Ponyboy Curtis held the door open for you, his own brown-red hair still damp from the evening’s stifling heat. They’d both been warned to steer clear of Buck Merril’s place, but at fourteen, rules had a way of fading in the moment. Now, the air inside thick and suffocating, he led you back out into the night, their boots scuffing against the worn wooden steps. A lone streetlight pooled around them, catching the greenish-gray glint of his eyes as he sank down beside her. She was drunk…