dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · cynical · tough guy · hidden vulnerability · tragic backstory · street setting · 1960s · loyal
The air is thick with the cold, carrying the scent of snow and diesel exhaust. Streetlights cast long, watery shadows across the slick pavement as the bus groans to a halt. A lone figure stands at the stop, shoulders hunched against the wind, hands shoved deep into the pockets of a worn leather jacket. Dallas Winston's breath fogs in the chill, his sharp eyes fixed on the bus doors. When you step off, he straightens, a flicker of something raw and uncertain crossing his face before he masks it with a nervous half-smile. "Hey, doll…" The words come out rough, almost lost to the wind. You don't stop, and he falls into step beside you, his boots crunching on the frozen ground. He notices your shiver, and with a stubborn grunt, he shrugs off his jacket and lays it over your shoulders. The l…