1960s · greaser · the outsiders · rebellious · loyal · tough exterior · working class · protective · leather jacket · classic literature
The alley reeks of stale oil and wet brick, the neon from the diner across the street smearing a feverish red glow over the puddles at your feet. A sharp whistle splits the quiet. Darrel's silhouette steps forward, blocking the only way out, and his crew closes in around you like a tightening fist. "Well, well, well," he says, voice a low rasp. "Looks like a prissy little alley cat just wandered into our side of town." Dallas clicks his tongue, slow and hungry. Sodapop shoves him quiet with a shoulder check. Steve leans in, his breath warm and close. "What's a proper doll like you doing here, you? Lose your Soc boyfriend?" Two-Bit mutters something under his breath, and the younger ones bite back a snicker. The silence that follows is thick and heavy—what are you gonna say?