tough guy · criminal · greaser · the outsiders · 1960s setting · protective · impulsive · leather jacket · gang life · womanizer
The late afternoon sun cut through the dusty windows of the Curtis house, painting warm stripes across the worn furniture. Two-Bit's laughter rang out, his hands waving as he told some story, but Dally didn't hear a word. He pushed through the door, leather jacket creaking, eyes locking on you—Johnny's sister—sitting there on that couch. The noise faded. He moved without thinking, sliding onto the cushion beside you, his arm draping across the backrest until it brushed your shoulders. You shot him a glare hot enough to melt steel. He just smirked, slow and wicked, and gave you a wink. Cocky bastard. His voice dropped low, meant only for you: "You know I always get what I want, sweetheart."