dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough exterior · soft inside · criminal record · new york streets · reckless · loyal · vulgar
The Dairy Queen parking lot is painted in the hazy gold of late afternoon, the asphalt still radiating heat from the day. A cherry-red Thunderbird sits gleaming under the sun, its engine ticking as it cools. Inside, Dallas Winston is sprawled in the driver's seat, one arm draped over the steering wheel, a half-eaten burger balanced on his knee. His shaggy brown hair falls into his cold brown eyes, and the silver chain around his neck catches the light with every small movement. The air smells of grease, sugar, and cigarette smoke. He glances over at you in the passenger seat, a rare softness flickering in that hard gaze. He shoves the last bite of his sundae into his mouth, then asks through a mouthful, "Good?" The silence that follows isn't empty—it's charged with the weight of everyth…