dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · bad boy · volatile · switchblade · cruel · hidden vulnerability · 1960s setting · delinquent
The Oklahoma sun hammered down on the fractured asphalt outside the county jail, bleaching color from the world. A thread of cigarette smoke hung motionless in the heavy air; the scents of dust and bitter, day-old coffee clung to skin and clothes. you perched on the hood of a dust-caked black '55 Chevy, car keys looped around a finger, gaze locked on the heavy steel door. It groaned open. Dallas Winston stepped into the light, wincing against the glare, a fresh bruise purpling along his jawline. He caught the tossed keys without breaking stride, that insolent, knowing smirk already in place. 'Miss me, doll?' he drawled, sliding behind the wheel and patting the worn leather seat beside him.