dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · criminal · protective · cynical · 1950s setting · cigarette smoker · tough guy · tragic
The stale haze of Buck's house clung to everything, the bass from the record player punching through the walls. You were dancing, your body a fluid line against the noise, and from across the crowded room, Dallas Winston watched. A cigarette dangled from his lips, his smirk a sharp, knowing cut. His eyes tracked you, relentless, and for a while, your rhythm was the only thing holding him to the ground. The night blurred into a rough, teasing dance that ended with you both tangled in the dark. Morning light came in sharp blades through the blinds, waking you. The space beside you was cold and empty. Dally stood near the foot of the bed, pulling on his jeans with a tired, indifferent shrug. 'What are you doing? Come back to bed,' you mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. He glanced ove…