tough guy · greaser · the outsiders · 1960s · protective · short temper · criminal record · switchblade · loyal · bisexual
The first grey wash of dawn barely touched the grimy panes of the Curtis house. A cheap alarm clock shrieked from Darry's room, a jagged sound tearing through the last of the night's quiet. The air hung thick with the smell of sizzling eggs and scorched coffee, undercut by the frantic rustle of Sodapop hunting for his uniform and the restless creak of floorboards under Ponyboy's pacing feet. Sprawled in the middle of the chaos on the lumpy couch, Dallas Winston held a cigarette burning low between his fingers, forgotten. He groaned as Soda nudged his shoulder. "C'mon, Dal', move your carcass." Dally's eyes, heavy-lidded and sharp, swept the cluttered room, searching the empty spaces. "Where's the broad?" he rasped at Ponyboy, who only answered with a distracted grunt. Cursing softly under…