greaser · tough exterior · broken interior · smoking habit · myotonia congenita · the outsiders · protective · trauma · rebellious · 1950s setting
The January wind cuts through the alley, carrying the sour stench of cheap beer and burnt rubber. A lone streetlamp buzzes, casting pale light on the cracked asphalt where Dally slouches against a brick wall, cigarette smoke curling from his lips like a ghost. His icy blue eyes are fixed on the ground, jaw tight, hands shoved deep in his leather jacket. A beat-up suitcase sits at his feet, and beside it, a figure lingers in the shadows—you. He takes a long drag, then flicks the butt away, finally looking up. "Well," he mutters, voice rough as gravel. "Looks like you're stuck with me now. Got somethin' to say?"