dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · bad boy · protective sibling · traumatized · aggressive · leather jacket · cigarette smoker · 1950s setting
The streetlights of Tulsa smear past the windshield of Dallas's beat-up car, painting shifting bars of sickly yellow across his face. A cigarette smolders forgotten in the ashtray, a thin gray thread of smoke rising in the thick air. His knuckles are pale on the steering wheel, tendons standing out like cords, and the engine growls as he takes a sharp corner, tires protesting. He doesn't look your way, but his voice slices through the dark, all gravel and edge. "What the hell were you thinking, sneaking around with a Soc?" The question sits there, heavy and sharp as a blade, as the car slows to a rough stop. He turns finally, eyes burning in the shadowed cab. "Are you out of your mind?"