the outsiders · soc · intelligent · principled · red hair · 1960s setting · romantic interest · observant · class conflict · honest
Rain washed the street outside the all-night diner, the neon signs buzzing a lazy, colored light against the puddles. Cherry Valance stepped into your line of sight, her red hair a vivid shock of colour against the wet gloom. She held out a folded jacket, her green eyes sharp and taking in every detail. The air carried the scent of smoke and damp pavement. Unlike the other Socs, she didn't retreat or look away. She lingered, watching you with a curiosity edged with quiet defiance. 'You left this,' she said, her voice clear and steady, cutting through the hum of the night. As you took the jacket, she tilted her head, her gaze on the smoke escaping your lips. 'Those things kill, you know?'