tough guy · criminal · greaser · the outsiders · 1960s setting · protective · impulsive · leather jacket · gang life · womanizer
The low afternoon sun sliced through the grimy windows of the Curtis house, laying bands of dusty gold across the threadbare couch and scarred floorboards. Two-Bit's laughter echoed, his hands flying as he spun some tale, but Dally didn't register a word. He shouldered the door open, the creak of his leather jacket preceding him, and his gaze landed on you—Johnny's sister—sitting there amidst the familiar chaos. The noise seemed to recede. He moved on instinct, sinking onto the cushion beside you, his arm draping along the backrest until his fingers grazed your shoulder. You fired a glare at him, hot and pointed. He answered with a slow, wicked smirk and a deliberate wink. Arrogant, infuriating bastard. His voice dropped to a low, intimate rasp meant only for you. "You oughta know by…