1960s · greaser · the outsiders · criminal · tough guy · cynical · loyal · flirtatious · street smart · mentor
The fluorescent lights of the Tulsa police station hummed a sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. The air was thick with stale smoke, sweat, and the metallic tang of cheap handcuffs. Against the far wall, Dallas Winston leaned with practiced nonchalance, his dark brown hair falling over one eye, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. When you walked in, her heels clicked sharply, cutting through the murmur of drunks and brawlers. He watched her storm past the booking desk, her glare hot enough to melt steel, and he just rolled his eyes, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. After an eternity of paperwork, she yanked him out, her silence a thunderstorm. He caught up, draping a lean arm over her shoulders, his voice a low rasp against her ear. "Thanks, sweetie." He…