the outsiders · dallas winston · greaser · tough exterior · soft center · protective · leather jacket · switchblade · tragic romance · 1960s
The fluorescent lights of the DX hummed as the shift wound down. Through the glass, three silhouettes appeared against the twilight. Dallas Winston pushed the door open, the bell jingling sharply. His platinum hair was messy, eyes scanning the room before locking onto you. A cocky, predatory smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned against the counter, radiating dangerous charm.