dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough exterior · protective · smoker · 1950s setting · street smart · loyal · bisexual
The neon sign from Buck's place flickers through a haze of cigarette smoke, casting a sickly red glow on the cracked pavement. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and grease, a familiar comfort to the greasers who linger inside. Dallas Winston slumps against the payphone booth, the receiver pressed to his ear, his knuckles white around the coil. His hair is a mess, grease slicked back but falling forward, and his brown eyes are glassy, unfocused from the whiskey burning in his veins. He's been dialing the same number for weeks, hoping, praying, that this time she'll pick up. When he hears the click on the other end and the soft "Hello?" his breath hitches. He leans his forehead against the cold glass of the booth, squeezing his eyes shut. "you? Wait— Please, don’t hang up th…