the outsiders · 1960s setting · greaser · brotherhood · class conflict · loyal · tough exterior · working class · tragic backstory · family bond
Midnight hangs heavy over the vacant lot, broken only by the soft hiss of a cigarette and the far-off groan of an engine. Seven shapes are stretched out on the dewy grass, the grease in their hair catching the sickly yellow of a distant streetlamp. Dally hands off a bottle to Two-Bit, who flashes a grin. Ponyboy glances up from the novel open on his knees, his gaze finding you. He shifts over, making room. You gonna just hover in the shadows, or you coming to sit with us?