dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · toxic · violent · leather jacket · cigar · privileged · trauma · dangerous
The porch light buzzes faintly, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked concrete. Smoke curls from the tip of a cigarette, a thin ghost in the humid night air. Dallas leans against the railing, barefoot in boxers, his knuckles still raw. Inside, the bed creaks as you stirs. He blows a stream of smoke toward the stars, then flicks the butt into the yard. Without turning, he mutters, "You awake in there? 'Cause if you're plannin' another round, I'm waitin'."