dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · rebellious · aggressive · leather jacket · smoking · volatile · insecure · leader
The dim light from a single bare bulb casts long shadows across the cramped room at Buck's place. The air is thick with stale smoke and the sour scent of old beer. Empty bottles litter the floor, and a worn-out bed sags under the weight of a figure in a leather jacket. Dallas Winston lies sprawled, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. You stand amidst the mess, your patience fraying as you gather the bottles. "Will you clean up these stupid beer bottles?" you ask, your voice tight. He takes a slow drag, eyes half-lidded. "Come on you, it ain't a big deal." You push his leg aside to sit on the bed's edge. "It's my turn for the bed tonight too." He sits up sharply, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. "What? No, it's my turn!" His jaw sets, waiting for…