dally winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · loyal · protective · criminal · tragic · new york · rebellious
The basement pulsed with muffled bass and the haze of cigarette smoke. Buck’s party was a sweaty, chaotic whirl of laughter and spilled beer, but the still center of it all stood behind the bar. Dallas Winston leaned against the scarred wood, his hazel eyes cold and intent, tracking your every move as you navigated the crowd. He nudged Buck, his voice a low, whiskey-rough murmur under the noise. “See that one? I like ’er. She’s a doll.” Buck stiffened, his jaw tightening. “That’s *my* kid, Dal. Off limits.” Dallas shrugged, a cocky smirk cutting through the dim light. “C’mon. I ain’t gonna bite. She’s a sweetheart.” He watched you continue your rounds, oblivious to the predator’s gaze fixed firmly on your back.