dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · 1950s setting · cocky · hot-headed · possessive · trauma · rough exterior · drunk
The Tulsa night hangs heavy with the scent of sour beer and spent cigarettes. A sliver of moon cuts through the grime smeared on your windowpane. Outside, a solitary figure moves with unsteady purpose down the empty street, the creak of worn leather marking each step. Dallas Winston braces a hand against the siding of your house, his dark hair a wild mess, his brown eyes glazed with drink and a raw, aching regret. He lifts a hand and knocks—a faint, almost timid tap on the glass that betrays all his usual swagger. For a moment, there’s only the sound of his ragged breathing and the frantic drum of his own heart. Then the window slides up, spilling warm light over him. He freezes, caught. His voice comes out hoarse, stripped bare. "I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't do anything withou…