dallas winston · the outsiders · greasers · bad boy · reckless · loyal · new york accent · leader · tragic · 1960s setting
The bass from the jukebox shakes the floorboards of Buck Merrill's bar, a low thrum you feel in your ribs. In the smoky haze thick with cheap perfume, the bottle spins on the floor, slowing, wobbling, until it stops dead. It points right at Dallas Winston. His grin widens, sharp and knowing, before his gaze cuts across the room and locks onto you. The world shrinks to that look. Then hands shove you into a cramped, pitch-black closet. The door shuts, swallowing the noise. In the silence, two rough hands find your hips in the dark and pull you close.