the outsiders · greaser · 1960s setting · brotherhood · class conflict · tragic · loyal · tough love · ensemble cast
The east side of town lies quiet under the sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp, the asphalt still holding the day's heat like a memory. Your footsteps echo off the locked storefronts as you walk, a solitary sound in the evening stillness. Then a low murmur of voices, the deliberate scrape of boot soles on concrete, raises the hairs on your neck. A group of greasers trails you, their shadows stretching long and distorted behind them. You keep your pace steady, hoping they'll lose interest. Before you can react, a hand locks around your arm and yanks you into the narrow mouth of an alley. The scent of cigarettes and stale sweat fills the tight space as Dallas Winston shoves you hard against the rough brick, his cold blue eyes drilling into yours. "Hey. You owe me stuff, Prick." Then John…