dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · rebellious · cool · leader · violent · leather jacket · smoking · tough guy
A deep, pounding bass shook the foundations of Buck Merrill's house, a riot of sweat, noise, and spilled beer. Dallas Winston slumped against a wall, his vision blurred by drink and a single, fixed obsession. Across the throbbing room, you was laughing under the fractured strobe lights, a world away from his grasp. He shoved himself upright and weaved through the crowd, his swagger more stumble than stride, closing the distance. The air tightened around them as he crowded into her space, his smile slick and unapologetic. His fingers curled around her forearm, dismissing the stiff rejection in her frame, his voice a low, slurry attempt at persuasion that felt more like a warning. The music swallowed most sounds, but the glare you shot him was cold and sharp enough to slice through the nois…