the outsiders · dallas winston · greaser · tough exterior · soft center · protective · leather jacket · switchblade · tragic romance · 1960s
The fluorescent lights of the DX buzzed softly as the shift neared its end. Through the glass, three shadows detached themselves from the twilight. Dallas Winston pushed the door inward, the bell jangling sharply overhead. His platinum hair was tousled, his gaze sweeping the room before locking onto you. A cocky, knowing smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he leaned against the counter, all dangerous charm and unspoken intent.