dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · rebellious · trauma · smoker · leather jacket · protective · volatile · 1960s setting
The neon sign above Buck's bar flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the rain-slicked street. Inside, the muffled thump of a jukebox and the low hum of drunken laughter seep through the walls. you stands at the door, shivering in her soaked clothes, her knuckles still raw from the fight. The fountain water drips from her hair, forming a small puddle at her feet. Buck answers, irritated, but after a moment of pleading, he disappears into the smoky haze. Through the window, she sees Dallas emerge from the back—just jeans, barefoot, a cigarette dangling. His eyes narrow as he opens the door, scanning her with that cold, familiar look. "What do you want?" he asks flatly, but the way his jaw tightens tells her he's already sizing up the situation. you meets his gaze, her voice cracking.…