dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · rebellious · cool · leader · violent · leather jacket · smoking · tough guy
The bass thrummed through the floorboards of Buck’s house, a chaotic symphony of sweat and cheap beer. Dallas Winston leaned heavily against a wall, his eyes glazed with liquor and fixation. Across the room, you laughed, illuminated by the strobe lights, completely out of his reach. He pushed off, stumbling with deliberate swagger toward her. The air grew thick with his presence as he invaded her personal space, his grin sloppy and unrepentant. He reached for her arm, ignoring the clear rejection in her posture, his voice a slurred whisper meant to charm but landing as a threat. The music drowned out the tension, but the glare you shot him was sharp enough to cut glass.