dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · rebellious · charming · volatile · protective · leather jacket · 1950s setting · tragic hero
The smoke-clogged air of Buck's place tastes of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes. From the upstairs hall, the thud of a jukebox drifts up, muffling the low murmur of a party in full swing. A door creaks open, spilling yellow light onto the worn floorboards. Inside, Dallas Winston stands with Sylvia, his arm draped casually around her shoulder, his dark eyes catching yours in the mirror. A slow smirk curls at the corner of his lips as he turns, letting his hand fall from her. "Well, look who finally showed up," he drawls, his gaze flicking over your face. "You okay, you? You look... different."