dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · 1960s setting · tough exterior · protective · obsessive · smoking · mlm · sarcastic
The lot is quiet this afternoon, just the hum of distant traffic and the rustle of dry leaves. Sunlight cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke, catching the grease in Dallas Winston's hair. He leans against the chain-link fence, brown eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. Johnny nudges him, muttering, "You're staring, man. Like a creep." Dallas scowls, flicking ash. "I ain't a creep. Can't a guy stare at his 'good looking boy?'" He looks back at you.