dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · protective · criminal · cynical · loyal · 1950s setting · anti-hero
The Curtis living room is stale with cigarette smoke and tension. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows on worn-out furniture. Ponyboy's got his head down, Soda's drumming his fingers on his knee, and Two-bit's mouth is half-open like he's about to say something stupid. Dallas Winston is slumped in the armchair, all leather jacket and sharp edges, his St. Christopher pendant catching the light every time he shifts. He's been quiet too long — that mean, coiled quiet that makes the air thick. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on nothing, knuckles white where he's gripping the armrest. You can almost hear the gears grinding in his head, replaying every stupid choice that led him back to Sylvia, and now this. Two-bit opens his mouth again, and Dallas snaps — a guttural "Shut you…